#not to be a weapon hoe on main

[lapisdeis]

weapon at 40 and his talents are at 1 still

#i might go crazy. this is the most effort i've put into a character that isn't on the main hoes team. #his crit rate will go up as i level his weapon. trust and believe in the emo short king. #batz.txt #batz.png #if you don't follow dni

[e-dubbc11]

this is my first time doing a sleepover 😭😭 im gonna be honest, every ask i'll send will probs be billy russo 🥹✨

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

for this hoe pleaseeeeee

Hello my lovely! Well, I mixed up the asks(I’m mad about it and can’t believe I did that) and pasted the fic with the above prompt into the other ask. I am so so sorry for mixing them up, I’m happy they both came from you though.♥️

So the prompt for the below fic is “shut up and just let me help you!”

Again, I apologize for mixing them up but thank you again for sending in your asks and thank you for being a part of my sleepover. ♥️

You Are Not Alone

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: couple of swear words, angst, description of wounds, mention of weapons, alludes to smexy time, and of course fluff.

Word Count: 980

Summary: Billy comes home late, injured and tries to patch himself up without waking you.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Billy struggled to unlock and open the door with his right hand. The blood started to pool, darkening the material of his black jacket, it dripped down his arm, and peeked out from under the sleeve. The bullet was still inside and he was in a lot of pain. He winced as he turned the door knob and stepped inside.

It was late and more than likely, you were fast asleep in his bed.

Biting back the discomfort, he tried to move quietly into the main bathroom of the penthouse where he kept his first aid supplies for times like this.

The gunshot wound continued to throb under his jacket. He needed to get the bullet out but he was going to have to use his non-dominant hand to do it and he would also have to do it without waking you.

Billy didn’t want you to see him like this, covered in blood and dirt. The dried blood on his hands was not his, the spatter across his face wasn’t his either. Their mission tonight was reminiscent of missions during the war, very clandestine, under the cover of night, and in disguise. If anyone got close to him, their death was quick but not painless.

He made sure of that.

The deep stab wounds to the man’s back had punctured his lungs and Billy had given him a new “smile” across his throat. The smell of blood was thick all around him as he watched his enemy gasp for air and then collapse at his feet, soaking the earth underneath him.

He appreciated that you didn’t ask too many questions when it came to jobs like this one. You just told him to be careful so he could come home to you.

Those words play over and over in his head. “Just be safe, Billy. I need you to come home to me.”

When he removed his jacket, Billy saw the bullet wound in the light for the first time. He would be fine after taking the bullet out but it would be challenging.

Clenching his teeth, then biting his knuckles, he tried to keep from crying out in pain when he let the alcohol run over the wound but it was just loud enough for you to hear him.

Your eyes fluttered open and you sat bolt upright in bed. The space next to you was cold and empty where Billy should be but he wasn’t. The noise you heard was coming from the bathroom.

“Billy?” You called out softly, slipping on his hoodie.

No answer.

The cool air touched your bare legs as your feet touched the floor and you started to tip toe out of the bedroom.

“FUCK!” He yelled and whispered at the same time.

Turning the corner, you saw the faint glow of the bathroom light through the crack in the door.

“Billy? Are you ok?” You asked from behind the door.

Gently pushing it open, you heard him call out, “Don’t come in here, baby.”

Of course, you didn’t listen and pushed the door open anyway.

“Billy—“ You saw the blood dripping down his arm, coming from the hole that was there and it startled you.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “Is the bullet still in there?! Why are you not at the hospital?”

“I’m fine, sweet girl. I am. Go back to bed.” He said, calmly.

“Uh, yeah—fat chance, handsome. Let me help you.” You told him sternly as you picked up the rubbing alcohol.

He grabbed the alcohol bottle out of your hand. With raised eyebrows, he glared at you with his dark mysterious eyes that looked like two cups of espresso.

“I said I’m fine, y/n.” He said sharply through gnashed teeth.

Billy still needed reminding that he wasn’t alone anymore and he didn’t have to do everything himself. He had someone to help him with whatever he needed.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll come to bed when—“ He started to say before you cut him off.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!!!” You said in a frustrated tone. “You can’t get that bullet out by yourself so shut it, soldier and let me help!”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?” Asked Billy, narrowing his eyes and then flashing his perfect smile at you.

“You are such a stubborn asshole sometimes, Billy Russo! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to do everything by yourself! I love you and I’m here to HELP YOU!” You growled in his face.

He gently pressed his forehead against yours. “Number one, you turn me on when you yell at me like that so even though I’m wounded and in pain, we’ll give it a go when we’re done in here and number two…” He said with a wicked smile and then paused briefly.

Billy kissed the tip of your nose and with his eyes locked on yours said, “I love you too, sweet girl. I’ve done everything alone for so long, sometimes I feel like I still have to.”

“Well let me remind you again that you don’t.” You said, compressing your lips against his, one of your hands reached up to cup his cheek while his tongue pressed against your teeth, begging for access to yours.

He smiled warmly as he pulled away and asked, “Wait…can you remind me one more time?”

He winked at you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Just hold still and let me get that bullet out, lieutenant.” You said, reaching for the alcohol and the surgical pliers.

Billy kissed you again.

“Well, be gentle. I’m not puttin’ out if you hurt me.” He said, chuckling a little.

Silently, you said “you can trust me,” before replying,

“I will never hurt you, my love.”

And you meant that…in every way.

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[magnoliabutters]

• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

support your writer: reblogs for daddy joel ✨🌿

request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

note: whatcha think? joel screams sub and fuck do i love it. also episode 3?? can someone just cry with me about that real quick? shall there be a part two? 🤫

*edit: there shall be & here it is

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[peachyloveswriting]

Hi there! I want to make a request about the version of the original Vash x Fem! Reader. Someone who is a Femme Fatale and very flirty with Vash, making him shiver.

Hello! I know you probably wanted this in a one shot format but I'm here to deliver some in-depth headcanons instead. Hope you don't mind!

FATALITY TO HIS HEART --- Vash the stampede

SUMMARY: Headcanons of Vash and a Femme Fatal that has him wrapped around her finger tip.

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Pretty women are Vash's main target, but he loves to flirt with whoever he can get his hands on. This time it happened to be you. He met you in the city of December in the saloon just at the start of town. You're an outlaw yourself much like him, but when he walked in you were surrounded by men, bounty hunters, and lawmen alike. Each was jumping at the offer to buy you a drink. You were fed up with the constant shrinking of your personal bubble even though you flirted to your hearts content. None of it meant anything really. That's when you watched Vash stroll in. At that very moment you locked eyes and slid off your barstool to stroll over to him.

Vash was so lost when you strolled up to him acting all lovey dovey. That was until you hinted at wanting to leave. You waved goodbye to the men inside and left out the door with your arm hooked around Vash's. The moment you stepped outside you started thanking him profusely, even offering a payment of sorts. If he kept you away from those men you'd keep him fed. That was your deal. He happily accepted but he didn't expect what would come next.

You weren't lying when you said you would keep him fed. Every night you were with him he ate a good hearty meal. Of course that didn't save you from Vash's flirting and wandering hands. You didn't deny him that though, you played into it quite enjoying the attention he was giving you. Even more so than the other people. While he would just play you up, talking about how hot you are and how you deserve someone strong and handsome like him, you one up him.

"Keep playing this tamd and you'll get burned." You warned him. Vash didn't listen though and he kept going and poking until the reaction he got was beyond something he was ready for. In a single stroke, the buttons of his coat had been entirely undone and his back was pressed against the wall. He shivered while you eyes him up, a devilish grin on your lips. Vash was so shocked that he didn't know what to do. He was stuck just staring back at you in shock.

Since then, anytime your fingers got anywhere close to him his skin would grow intensely hot and he would shudder. Any time your hands would cup his face he would flush a bright red and melt in your touch.

You were like nothing he had ever felt before just your touch alone would light him on fire. When the time came for him to move to the next City he couldn't bring himself to leave you. Even after he left the city he camped outside for days debating whether or not he should go back in and get you. You found him yourself. he woke easily, your touch feeling foreign to him at first. Once he saw it was you he swooned. His hands reached up to cup your face while he spoke a mantra to revel in your beauty. Just like that you pulled him right back under your spell. Even with his brother and saving the world being important to him you suddenly jumped to the top of his list.

Vash is known to be a captain-save-a-hoe, so when you got into your first gunfight with him he kept you shielded behind him. You pushed past him and shit every single one of their weapons from their hands in a heartbeat. Seeing you could handle yourself just fine was even better for Vash. Not only were you attractive and more but you were a force to be reckoned with. Of course your abilities would never reach his to the fullest extent but you were close. He admired you for that.

When the girls found you traveling with him, Meryl tried to warn you of who he was and what he brought with him. You didn't listen, you already knew who he was to begin with. When you walked into this, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Even then you accepted him for who he was and even threatened Meryl in front of him. "This is an affront to his personality, don't you ever refer to him in that manner in front of me again or so help me god I'll hang you by your toes and drain the blood from your nose."

Time and time again you've disarmed Vash without ever having to make any big moves and he admired you so much for that. Everything you do is a mystery to him and he just can't get enough.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

My favorite things about all my Skyrim followers:

KAIDAN

-wicked ass armor and weapon with fucking tigers on it

-realistic cursing in life or death situations

-literally the most realistic male dialogue ever with his corny ass innuendos. ‘This monument, does it remind you of me, love? Just kidding.’

-so goated in battle. Mans can kill a dragon so easy and i don’t need to do anything but look pretty

-ACCENT.

CARYALIND

-his hair is so fluffy. I bet it smells like roses and vanilla bean, what’s your secret bb

-such a sweetheart all the time. No wonder he can’t be Thalmor, he has too much heart for it

-fucking backstory. It’s very Zuko without villain redemption arc, and the fact that he still worries about the LDB thinking worse of him for being Thalmor royalty is just *chef’s kiss*

-ACE REP. I really fucking love how he can dress like a hoe, flirt like a hoe, and look so hot but have no interest in sex. Mmm that’s my jam that’s what I like.

-boob window

-Kaidan interactions! Proving that Altmer can be kind and sweet and not lighting-shooting British assholes

INIGO

-the backstories for everyone are so damn tearjerking but this guy?? Don’t even get me started on this mans scars I will cry

-literally autism. Says everything on his mind. Sir you are me

-blue. And a cat. What else??

-Lucien and him have a bromance that hits so good

-suplexes Nazeem with only his vibes

-sings original songs, where’s his soundcloud

KHASH

-okay first off i was writing a character just like her for the daughter of my LDB and Revyn. Never knew about her but this is Leeta come to life and i crave it

-pottymouth

-Kaidan Big Bro protection dialogue

-so happy when she kills things

-literally exactly what I expected a baby Argonian to sound like. So cute. So grumpy

-her outfit is just on point. If i hadn’t transitioned i would be cottagecore peasant dress woman with cats

LUCIEN

-like Cary, he is just sweet himbo no brain

-kid in a candy shop vibes. He is amazed by the wonders of this world

-the nerdiest mans you know, would probably never shut up about shit with Auryen but i haven’t gotten that far yet

-bottom energy

-AUTISM once again

-also sings!! Can sing ‘Toss a Coin to Your Witcher’ parody!!

AURI

-she is the Moment

-eats people and only meat. Wanna see someone react to ThatVeganTeacher with her as a vtuber model oml

-bullies Lucien (affectionately)

-cool pod

-looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you

-slams ALL haters and unworthy into the ground with her dialogue. Faendal ily but you don’t deserve her

RUMARIN

-a sweetheart himbo

-very Skilled with magic, specifically bound weapons. As someone who uses conjuration as their main line of magic, because dremora and bound bow go brr, I LOVE THAT

-not really good at speaking poorly of anyone tbh

-like lucien, he’s optimistic and fun to be around

-very…earthy. Jank. Grungy. Not what you’d expect from an Altmer, to be living as an adventurer mercenary, and i like that for him

-eats in bed, brain too empty to clean for long periods of time

-polyamorous pansexual King

-says Z like zed, which makes linguistics in Skyrim lore interesting

NEBARRA

-literally me

-sarcasm to the max

-name means ‘foreigner’ or ‘scorned’ or something transgender. anyway, king nihilist shit

-only wants the good wines

-also, the Accent, very good very sass

-Shakespearean insults for days

-also regular insults

-just…insults

-mystery and striking fear into the hearts of all

TALIESIN

-i thought no one could top Revyn in vibes of what Elder Scrolls character i would kin but then ✨he✨ came along

-no idea why Altmer are Brits but with him, i can vibe with it he sounds so good

-giggles evilly in fights

-s a s s

-pansexual!! We are putting queer in the game! (Even tho all vanilla spouses are, in the most Basic sense, bisexuals)

-the spice he can add with Cary as a protector/snarky best friend. I Need their backstory

-afraid of dogs, cat person

-just an absolute bitch to the Dragonborn but like in a way my gay friends are to me

-eyeliner on fleek

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR SKEEVER AND CROC

-silly voice go brrr

#tes #skyrim #skyrim custom followers

[crmincls]

⸻ enver gjokaj, 48, cis man, he/him ; ] welcome to the bastion, MATTEO BIANCHI. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are FORTY EIGHT and have been around london for 30 YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be LOYAL and RUTHLESS, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a CONSIGLIERE FOR THE ANTONINI FAMILY will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your BROKEN BOTTES OF EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE / A WINE CELLAR OF HIDDEN WEAPONS / YEARS OF EXPERIENCE AND TALES UNTOLD in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / tom hagen, vito corleone, meyer lansky. [ ⸻ honey ;

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . matteo salvatore bianchi

nickname(s) . matt

age . 48

sexuality . heterosexual

place of birth . florence, italy

occupation . consigliere for the antonini family

height . 6'2"

tattoos . several scars and tattoos littered across his body.

piercings . none

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw: tbh a lot )

a  generations  long  friendship  between  the  bianchi  family  and  the  antoninis  paved  the  path  for  matteo  to  end  up  where  he  is  today.  born  in  italy,  he  saw  more  than  any  kid  should  have.  many  ask  why  he's  only  48  and  in  his  position,  but  they  aren't  truly  ready  for  the  truth.  matteo  has  seen  and  participated  in  plenty  of  horrors  in  his  day,  he's  earned  this  position  with  blood,  sweat,  and  tears.

he  came  to  london  for  the  first  time  30  years  ago,  thrown  in  as  a  capo  for  the  antonini  family.  it  was  no  surprise  when  the  boy  climbed  his  way  up  quickly,  his  value  and  skill  set  him  apart  from  the  rest.  he's  truly  a  hardened  man  by  what  he's  seen  and  done,  it's  no  surprise  he  focused  more  on  work  than  a  white  wedding  and  2.5  children.  curious  about  his  tale?  it's  spelled  out  on  his  body  in  ink  and  scars.

very  intelligent  with  experience  to  back  it.  he  doesn't  speak  unless  he's  fully  behind  his  words  and  he's  very  careful  with  when  he  does.    very  much  a  no  bullshit  kind  of  dude.

weapons  savvy,  usually  has  at  least  one  gun  on  him  in  an  obvious  spot  and  one  in  a  not  so  obvious.  tbh  more  of  a  collector  at  this  point,  he  has  a  lot  in  his  home  and  is  very  pleased  with  himself  over  it.

bourbon  collector,  turned  the  wine  cellar  in  his  home  into  half  wine,  half  boubron.

has  the  stupidest  pictures  of  young  frankie  and  will  show  them  to  anyone  who  asks,  within  the  family  that  is.

i  don’t  feel  like  writing  things  out  bc  i  hate  dancing  around  triggers  but  just  assume  man  is  deadly  at  all  times  +  100%  takes  no  shit.  he’s  earned  respect  in  several  ways  and  none  of  them  are  pretty.

all  his  grey  hairs  are  named  after  the  antonini  children.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main :

on  and  off  again  fling  :  it  never  lasts  because  he’s  just  not  the  commitment  type.  whether  she  ends  it  or  he  ends  it  is  always  up  in  the  air  but  either  way  they  always  end  up  back  in  one  another’s  beds.

childhood  friends  :  from  italy  and  moved  to  the  uk  or  they  met  as  young  adults/teens  when  he  moved  to  the  uk  or  visited  as  a  kid.  they  would  most  likely  be  loyal  to  the  antonini  family,  but  we  can  def  work  other  affiliations  out.

go  to  'guy'  :  gender  doesn’t  matter,  but  basically  this  is  the  person  that  he  goes  to  when  he  needs  his  dirty  work  done  bc  while  matty  boy  will  do  it,  he  is  also  a  v  busy  human.

possibly  open  to  him  having  a  kid  or  two,  but  i  don’t  want  his  plot  to  rival  lucien’s.  he’s  not  as  much  of  a  hoe  and  while  he’s  a  commitment-phobe,  he  doesn’t  sleep  around  with  just  anyone.

〈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 / 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 〉,〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 / 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 〉,〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 / 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 〉,〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 / 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 〉,〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉

#〈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈 / 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 〉 #〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉 #〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉 #〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉 #〈 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉 #talesfmintro

[samarecharm]

some combat hcs for akira (based off of how i actually played my first run of base p5) bc if i dont write them down i will succumb to My Thoughts infinitely rotating in my brain like a rubiks cube

-one of the weaker thieves in terms of raw damage output which is made up for with his flexibility. A diverse roster of personas makes him a very good supportive teammate

- ideal weapons are throwing knives, but can use Regular knives just as efficiently. Getting hit with Rage makes him unable to use throwing knives the Correct way, so he stops using them against new enemies. He still likes using them in mementos where Most shadows are documented

-guns are Strong. They make him look cool (subjective). They also have insane recoil that he is Not used to so he avoids them for the beginning of the game. Hes not a terrible shot either! Lots of training goes into just learning how to withstand the recoil without hurting himself

-(goro is the only thief that doesnt need to practice this)

-Focuses heavily on making sure his teammates perform the best they can (as a leader™️). He and Mona are the main support of the team despite ann learning a healing skill early on. Mona is the main healer/debuff cleanser while Akira focuses on debuffing shadows/buffing teammates

-inadvertently becomes the main tank of the team due to painstakingly min/maxing his shadows. Hours of experimenting in the velvet room to get the best combination of skills in order to block/repel as many typings as possible.

-he is the personification of that ffxiv tank post: “look at me. Look at me. You wanna fight me so bad; dont look at the hoes i came in with, look at me”

-LOTS of personas that cast Forget, Confusion, and Charm. Unhealthy interest in fuckin around w shadows. Like. Very minor sadistic tendencies as the game progresses. Knowing that the shadows ‘late game’ are exceedingly powerful and dangerous to mess with, and it takes a simple spell to completely disarm them; eventually that kind of power goes to his head (just a little bit tho; hes here to make money, not fuck up and get killed)

-very attached to some personas, so none of them are ‘late game’ and therefore none of them have any almighty moves which is Okay with him.

-TECHNICALLY the game ends if joker dies but i think thats dumb, so theres a couple of times where Joker will misjudge the speed at which a shadow will cast something like Mudoon and instantly die. Its VERY jarring the first time it happens; first time encounter means No One knows what it is, and No One knows what the fuck happens. It prompts him to fuse personas that have block/repel curse and light by default

-i played joker very safe; not alot of moves that have low accuracy. But i like to think hes a bit more of a gamblin man, and would try his hand at skillsets that let him do a shitton of damage IF the stars align.

-lots of evasion; he is just too nimble and good at dodging. Getting hit is Very scary tho bc he also has Very low health. A tank with no health is asking for problems, but w a list of personas filled w null[type], it works out for him.

-Akira can use Ryujis bats VERY well, like shockingly well. Its not until Ryuji goes to the batting cage with him that he gets it. DPS is nowhere near as high as ryujis but hes good at clockin shadows RIGHT in the head, enough to disorient (and even kill sometimes, which never fails to make Akira whoop n holler excitedly; hes a dork)

-VERY good at using Anns whips. Not alot of strength required and he uses it more as a way stumble/disorient shadows. Using anyone elses weapon but ur own is very rare and its almost always because

a)someone got disarmed and the weapon just so happened to land close to someone else

b)someones in the right position to kill a shadow but their Own weapon isnt going to get the job done.

-he can also use Harus battleaxe but its So clunky and hard to swing. He would only use it if Haru Needed him to use it. Otherwise, Makoto, Yusuke, Mona, and Goros weapons are all too difficult for him to use. All of them require stance control and he is just not cut out for that.

-not combat related but. He always has brewed coffee (and teas) and curries for the team to drink and eat. He learned in Kamoshidas palace that having no energy in fights was a quick way to get them nearly killed. Its routine now to stop every once in a while to eat in a safe room and chill and it takes Goro a Long time to follow along w that.

#chattin #akira #this is LITERALLY just me rambling wo trying to make anything coherent fhkdndkndks #me; hitting queue: ‘get out of my head; i am banishing u (the thoughts) to the world of the living’

[huipinkhair]

MUST BE NICE

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The train settled at the station, an eerie silence hanging in the area. You and your group had stealthily made your way into a clearing in front of it, observing it, and the area, from a safe distance. You had split into a group of three and four, you and your brothers going around the left, and Gunwook, Keita, Hao and Matthew following the route to the right. Anyone else would see this as being too cautious, but the train hadn't left the main city since the world fell apart. No one knew why it was here.

You keep posted behind the side of a building, your eyes flicking between the other half of your group and the train you were planning to raid. Matthew meets your eyes after doing the same, signalling that you all should advance. You nod and do so, keeping a hand gripped around a knife strapped to your leg. Your group reunited in front of the train, as Gunwook was prying the doors open, you were all covering his back in case of attack. You hear a whispered "go, go, go!" from him as he ushers you all into the train he had broken into.

You had no idea what you had just stumbled upon.

The boys had all gone down the length of the train, while you took the back end. As you opened the door to the carriage, the silence seemed way too suspicious. You instinctively pull your knife out of its strap, as you step cautiously through the carriage. You felt a lump catch in your throat, hating the fact none of the boys were with you right now.

You hear movement. You spin towards the sound, and find...

People..?

Six people..?

They look at you with deer-in-headlight expressions, staring at the knife you were pointing at them.

"Who.. Who are you." You say, trying hard to hide your fear from being very outnumbered right now.

You whistle before they could answer, the signal the group knows to run to when heard. You immediately hear distant footsteps growing closer.

"Listen, listen!," a blonde man says, panicked. "We're escapees, the main city's been overrun, we had to get away."

"And you chose to come here? Why." You whisper, at this point, genuinely curious.

"We thought it'd be safe." Another answered, not taking his eyes off of the knife you were threatening them with.

In this moment, the boys were entering the carriage, and seeing the scene, pulled out their own weapons.

Yedam ran towards, and in front, of you. Even though he was your younger brother, he was very protective of you.

"Y/N, what's going on..?" Gunwook asked slowly, edging towards you, his eyes not leaving the group of six.

"It's fine, I don't.. I don't think they're dangerous." You reply, putting a hand on Yedam's shoulder to ease. He does so.

"Did you guys find anything?" You ask, scanning each of the boys. They nod. "There's a whole pantry of food and cabinets of medical supplies, give me your bag, I'll go fill it up." Hoe Taek says, you pull your backpack off and throw it to him, and he darts back down the train, out of sight.

"We need those..!" one of the six said, "We can't survive out here without them!"

"Do you think that's our fucking problem?" Yedam almost laughed, leaning against the table opposite the one the group was sat around.

Out of nowhere, one of them stood up and walked up into Yedams face, clearly trying to threaten him, as soon as you spot this, you pull the guy back, placing your knife at his throat, spinning him to look at the rest of his group.

"Who the fuck do you people think you are? Coming here all high and mighty to, what, drain our resources and then hop back on here and leave?" You whisper. The rest of the group had now also stood up, giving you the impression the man you had in your grasp was their leader.

"We just want to live! We would've died if we stayed in the city!" One of them exclaimed, both hands up in front of him.

In the distance, you hear three short whistles, presumably from Hoe Taek, and your blood runs cold.

The zero-one are coming.

You let the man you had in your arms go, pushing him back to his friends. Your group all meet each others eyes, having a silent conversation with only your expressions.

Holy shit.What do we do?Do we leave them here?They'll die if we do.So??We can't just leave them.We don't even know them!Lets bring them with us.No?!Hurry up and make a decision!Fine, bring them.

"Here's what's going to happen," you begin, taking small knives and weapons out of your brothers bag, giving one to each of them, "stay low, keep up, and don't fucking get caught, okay?" They all nod quickly, getting whatever possessions they had together. Hoe Taek runs back into the carriage, tosses you your bag, and stands next to the pried-open doorway.

"We have, like, three minutes guys, lets move it!" He calls out, scanning over the, now, twelve of you. Your mind races about how to get THIRTEEN people back to your safehouse, placing your hands over your eyes quickly, trying to think clearly.

"Okay, okay. Matthew, Gunwook, Keita, you take.. those two," you point to the blonde guy and the tall one stood next to him, "Hao, Hoe Taek, you take those two," you point to the one with grey hair and the other tall one with black hair, "and you two, come with us, we'll meet back home, okay?" You gesture towards the one you had grabbed and the last guy, who hadn't really said anything this whole time. Everyone agrees and starts splitting off, Hoe Taek and Hao's group moving first, then your group, and Gunwook, Keita and Matthews group following behind.

You split off into three different routes to make your way back, steering clear of main streets and well-lit areas. It takes your group around twenty minutes to reach home, and you quickly usher everyone inside. You were the first group to make it back, so you close each curtain and stand in front of the door, staring out of the peep hole to know when your friends would make it back.

The newcomers were hovering awkwardly, as Yedam was rushing around, he had taken your backpack and was putting everything that had been collected into their hidden stashes.

"So.. what're your names?" the one you had grabbed asked, clearly feeling out of place in the situation.

"Shut the fuck up, okay?" You whisper aggressively, scanning the area visible through the peep hole for your friends.

--

After an hour, everyone had gathered into the house, the newcomers sitting in the living room and your group stood hovering in different areas of the space.

The silence weighs heavy in the room, no one knowing what to say or do. After a while, Gunwook steps forward.

"So. If you're going to stay with us, we should at least know some stuff about each other-"

"Who says they're staying with us?" Yedam defends.

"They know where our house is now, we can't have them run off and join the Zero-One and tell them we're here." Gunwook points out, receiving a sigh from Yedam.

"Anyway, I'm Gunwook, that's Hao, that's Matthew, that's Keita, and these are the Lee siblings, Yedam, Hoe Taek and Y/N." He explains, gesturing to each of you respectively. The supposed leader of the other group stands.

"I'm Jongwoo, that's Jeonghyeon, Ricky, Gyuvin, Tag and Jay." He does the same, gesturing to each of the men sat down.

"So.. what happened in the city to make you come here?" Hoe Taek called out, getting food and drinks prepared in the kitchen area.

The group look amongst each other solemnly, and Jongwoo continues.

"Well.. other cities were tired of living in poor conditions... so they came together and stormed us. We came here because this was one of the only ones that didn't join in the attack.." he avoids anyones eyes as he explains the groups actions.

"So... we were hoping to have peace out here..." Keita scoffs at his words.

"Yeah, good luck with that." He spits, helping Hoe Taek bring over the food for everyone.

"You guys have been living like this the whole time?" The blonde guy, now known as Ricky, questions, looking around the room. Your group nod silently, looking amongst each other, remembering the hardships you'd all faced.

"So.. are we staying with you..?" The quiet one, Jay, suddenly speaks up, looking directly at you. His eyes put you on the spot, causing everyone else to look at you too.

"Uh.. I.. Uh..," you look at everyone, gaging their reactions,

"Yeah, I guess so."

Taglist -

#huipinkhair #onepact jay #jay chang #jay chang x reader #jay x reader

[gunpowder-gemini]

What is Clementine's story? How did they meet Tennessee? What kind of person are they?

Ah hello!! Thanks so much for asking about her!! Clem's lived in my head for like, 13-14 years? ish? And this is the first I've EVER shared her with people so it's made me so emotional to see people like her!!! I saw this ask while I was getting ready for work this morning and screamed lmao <3

So here's the gal! She’s a Golden Tiger, which if you haven’t heard of I recommend looking up because they’re so pretty! I'll put all the infodump under a readmore because it's...A Lot 😅

Clementine's been with Sly and the gang since the orphanage days. She's the gang's reconnaissance and infiltration expert! She has these metal claws that let her climb pretty much any surface (lowkey stole that from the split canes you get in Sly 2 to climb the ice walls lmao). Basically, she's responsible for getting Sly or the others into wherever they need to be, keeping lookout and securing their escape route. Very much a support role, though she is of course a bit of a "cat burglar" in her own right. She's always got some smoke bombs and rope on hand to help get them out of sticky situations.

Personality-wise, she's cocky and flirty and shows affection by teasing. She's projects confidence in spades, though never so much to be egotistical.

Under it all, she's actually a huge softie. She's not great at showing it, but she loves deeply and fiercely. She's quick to get embarrassed when trying to be vulnerable or genuine with people, so she usually hides it under a sharp wit and sharper tongue. She's secretly worried of being seen as "too emotional" which many people associate with "weak." She shows love more through actions than words because of that.

She's fiercely protective of her gang, quick to get angry/defensive on their behalf. Despite the stealth she needs to have as the one doing the breaking part of breaking and entering, she's probably the quickest to resort to fighting after Murray. She's a hand-to-hand combat kinda gal, using her claws as her main weapon. She's not near the powerhouse Murray is though, and her willingness to fight is probably more reckless than helpful a lot of the time.

So, trying to explain everything with Tennessee is...complicated? Because I'm sorta coming up with a bit of a rewrite to fix.....most of that game lol. And of course, sticking Clem in because I can 😂. I suck at actually writing fics out, I've got a handful of scenes I like down but nothing connected quite yet. I'm actually debating posting more comics of it here as I figure shit out, and because art is more my specialty than writing 😅

But! To answer your question, she meets Tennessee when Sly's breaking him out of prison. She's their escape route once they get to the cliffs, getting them a route down that cliff to the paddle boat/raft thingy for a getaway (because honestly where did they paraglide to in that cutscene). I headcanon Kid as an incurable flirt/hoe (affectionate) same as Clem so he's like "howdy there pretty lady" and she's like "howdy yourself cowboy" and then they play flirt-chicken until suddenly they catch feelings and are like SHIT WAIT ABORT THIS WASN'T IN THE PLAN. And then they try to continue to play flirt-chicken while pretending they aren't pining because WE CAN'T LET ON THAT WE FEEL THINGS. Good times 😂

I'm gonna leave it there before I spoil a story I haven't even settled on yet 😂 Again thanks so much for asking about her, you've made my whole week!!!

#oc clementine #sly cooper #sly cooper oc #tennessee kid #tennessee kid cooper #tennessee kid x oc #sly cooper 4 #sly cooper thieves in time #my comic hit the top of the tag for sly cooper and I can't fucking believe it thank y'all so much #I got like 4 or 5 new followers and hello welcome I hope y'all know I would now die for you #askldjfsldjflas still internally screaming #my art

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

Okay, Penny Polendina propaganda time because I just had a dream about her again and I wanted to rant about why she is probably the most tragic character I know.

Penny Polendina I'm sure you know represents Pinocchio in RWBY Lore. Penny Polendina's character contrasts with that of about every other character in that she is blissfully unaware of everything that goes wrong. Despite this, she is rather important due to her position as a private weapon claimed by Ironwood's military. Despite this, she was never developed as a weapon, but a daughter for her father, Pietro, whom sees her as his one and only real daughter.

He's very protective of Penny, and for a good reason. Penny's character arc not only revolves around her finding freedom and self-autonomy through Ruby, the protagonist, becoming her literal ONLY FRIEND, but choosing her one friend over the entire world that's used her.

Naturally, the response wasn't as good.

Penny ultimately ends up becoming the centerpiece for the Vytal Festival Tragedy where she is accidentally ripped to pieces by Pyrrha Nikos, who was set up to fight against her because her power is magnetism and Penny's a robot. This throws everything into disarray, and an all-out siege occurs in Beacon because the Grimm (the main monsters/antagonists) are drawn by negative emotion. Combined with the White Fang and Cinder's party being involved, Penny's death not only affected those who saw her on stage, but also those who saw her as important or not, as a friend.

Ruby was one of them. And it can be said that Penny's death was the catalyst for the turning point of the series where everything goes to shit. Yes, that includes Pyrrha's death, meaning Pyrrha's death wasn't the catalyst. I'm sorry Pyrrha stans.

Anyways, skip forward a couple of seasons. No, I'm not kidding, she doesn't get mentioned for 4 whole seasons after this. Albeit, not to a significant extent. Ultimately it becomes a story about the main characters fighting to survive in this world where everything is under siege. It's as if her character was forgotten entirely. As if Penny's fans meant nothing for 4 whole seasons.

I was one of those fans. And knowing how little the creators of RWBY cared about Penny's character hurt me. Furthermore, when they reintroduced Penny into the spinoff, RWBY Chibi, it added more salt to the wound, albeit I was glad Penny would be in a world she could finally be safe.

Though, not like it matters. Even in RWBY Chibi I wasn't free of feelings.

See, RWBY Chibi is a skit-based miniseries starring the cast of RWBY. It's not meant to be taken seriously. Hell, even with several jokes going off the fourth wall and Penny being one of the most ignorant yet aware characters in the whole series, this position was reserved for Nora. Penny felt like a bench warmer, reintroduced to make RWBY Chibi relevant again. And lo and behold, the Fireflies scene.

OOOHHHH THE FIREFLIES SCENE. Unironically awakened me to how romantic and sweet Penny could be, and revitalized hoe much I loved her character.

For those who don't know, the Fireflies scene is a scene where Penny and Ruby are in the woods at night checking out fireflies. Ruby points out how they're like little lights, and calls Penny a firefly. Penny returns the comment, albeit literally. But ultimately, after spending some time together bonding over the fireflies, Penny and Ruby ultimately realize they're calling each other 'their light.' Whether I'm remembering this right or not, not only was it FANTASTIC ship material, it showcased how Penny is happier with Ruby in her life in a world where nothing is asked of her.

Anyways, 4 seasons after Penny dies, she is rebuilt with her memories intact thanks to her father recovering it from the wreckage of the arena after the storm settled. There's a heartfelt reunion after Penny's redesigned self is unveiled, but now she reveals that she been employed as the protector of ALL OF ATLAS, she sadly reveals that there's not much time for reunion. To make matters worse, yet ANOTHER plot is under way with Penny as the center. Penny and Ruby, before then, find time to make up for lost time, albeit not under better circumstances. However, despite all that, Penny still proudly calls Ruby her first friend, and that she couldnt have pushed this far without her. Ruby feels the same, and vows to protect her.

It's this series of moments that really cemented for me my main thesis for this next part, leading into volumes 8 and 9 - that Ruby and Penny are quite literally Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers never meant to be, the TITULAR romantic tragedy. I'll get to that, however.

Anyways, the plot unfolds and Penny is framed for the murder of a ROOM full of executives, and Ruby and friends are labelled fugitives. Ironwood ultimately turns of Penny, and Penny struggles with the burden of having to protect Atlas despite her doing everything right. What happens next? Oh, I dunno, PENNY IS MOUNTED WITH INFINITELY MORE RESPONSIBILITY BY BECOMING THE WINTER MAIDEN.

I literally had a dream about that happening years ago after Penny died. I should've said something 💀.

Anyways, not only is she the protector of Atlas, Winter Maiden, AND framed for murder, but now she's INFECTED WITH A VIRUS THAT WILL KILL HER.

In a final bout, Team RWBY agrees to use the artifact they're protecting to use a loophole that will remove Penny's soul from her body, turning her into a real girl (completing the Pinocchio allusion), and Penny in what she doesn't know are her final moments hugs Ruby. She utters the words, "do hugs always make you feel this warm?" And ultimately is sent off with Team RWBY to stop Cinder's plan to destroy both Atlas and Mantle.

Penny becomes the main target due to being Winter Maiden, but since her human body is untrained and significantly weaker, she ends up fatally wounded. To make sure Cinder doesn't get Penny's Maiden Powers, she for the first time ever gets to make an order. She begs Jaune to kill her. And regretfully, he must.

Enter Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet are from two families set apart and destined never to make peace. However, despite that, Romeo and Juliet fall in love. Believing they will make it out and escape free, they fake their deaths of their own accord to fool their families and change their names. Penny is like Romeo, and Ruby as Juliet. Romeo was the second to choose death, believing Juliet had died by poisoning herself. Penny only chose death because she thought Ruby died. In circumstances that forbid her from being happy with Ruby, which is shown to be possible by Chibi, Penny chose death, losing her one chance to be happy. Ruby is unaware of Penny's Death, but the narrative leading into Volume 9 shows "death isn't the end," as evidenced by Little becoming Somewhat after dying. This is vital to the revival part of Romeo and Juliet.

In Volume 9, Ruby is overwhelmed by grief of the whole situation. During the Mad Teaparty where supposedly everyone who's died comes back to haunt Team RWBY, Ruby chooses death as well. She drinks the tea that kills her, believing it's her fault that Penny died.

How did Romeo (Penny) die? Well, after finding out Juliet supposedly killed herself (she didn’t, she would come back to life because the poison was temporary), Romeo ACTUALLY poisoned himself, dying for real. But what happened after that? Juliet, seeing Romeo dead for real, decides also to actually poison herself. They would die lovers, together in death. Ruby believed she would see Penny again for real, only to be given a second chance and ultimately overcome the Mad Teaparty.

The storyboards for the epilogue showcase that everyone knows Penny is dead, and Winter believes she's "never coming back." Since Ruby has overcome the story of Romeo and Juliet, it should be fair that life would somehow give Penny another chance like Little.

But what happened? Volume 10 isn't greenlit, meaning in the most meta way possible, Penny's chance (and yes. A SLIM chance) at life again is denied by REALITY ITSELF. All the cards point to it. Everyone knows it. Everyone wants it. But we can't have it.

And now Penny's story will go down as a tragedy, as Romeo and Juliet, forbidden to be. Is that how you want it to end? Ruby only loving Penny as a memory, when reality shows they can be happy, like in Chibi?

Do you want to see Penny have a chance? Vote for her. Penny did nothing wrong. Give Penny a chance.

Thank you for following my vague, incoherent interpretation of Penny's story.

[Propaganda]

#propaganda #penny polendina #tw death #tw suicide #goddam that was a long read #/lh

[upside-down-low]

Fuck it I’m gonna put into the void what I had in my notes of linking a main older teen character to a Party member when I was making these two posts (scene redraws + duos), I spent enough time thinking about it, I’ll shut up after lol

TL;DR

Mike -> Nancy

Lucas -> Steve

Will -> Robin

Dustin -> Eddie

El -> Jonathan

Max -> Argyle

Fruity Four -> core four, easy:

Nancy and Steve would be Mike and Lucas: having known each other quite a bit, Steve being the jock Lancer to the nerdier but fiery Nancy like Lucas is to Mike

Nancy is capable of being a de facto leader of the group the way Mike is and to be the kind of person willing to jump off a cliff/jump in the water for her friends’ sake; she’s also unfortunately polarizing in the fandom much like her brother, partly due to how her romantic relationships are being handled

Steve is loyal, has big sibling—not necessarily second parent, but specifically older brother—energy, bit of a romantic, and the closest one of the group to have one foot in the popular circles before ultimately choosing his friends over that crowd; they also both directly faced off with a blond, fandom-polarizing “top dog” type of antagonist at one point

Ironically Nancy is more of the ranger in terms of weapons like Lucas while Steve would be more of a sword swinger like Mike’s paladin

Robin coming from a lower class background, having felt like an outcast, and possessing a similar creativity and sharpness (enough to survive the UD on her own for a week) with a sarcastic streak similar to Will; “Is that why you don’t have friends?” / “He just said he dumped your ass, that doesn’t sound like a break” That’s literally her

Imagine Robin being Will, her going missing, and then Jonathan turning up in the woods around the same time; Steve being suspicious of him + of the way Nancy trusts him to help them find Robin can mirror S1 Lucas’s suspicion towards El and her intentions while really wanting to find Will

I can see Robin falling in love with Nancy like Will has for Mike; meanwhile Nancy was raised in the Wheeler household that’s so famously known for having parents that love each other, and then there’s her relationship with Jonathan

Eddie would join the group later like he did in the actual show S4 + when Dustin joined the Party later; sharp, D&D informant guy, lives with a single parental figure, sometimes boisterous and snarky, a little impulsive, would also probably be the type to foster a demogorgon baby that ended up eating something it shouldn’t

Good natured bickering Lucas and Dustin (especially in the early seasons) to good natured bickering Steve and Eddie would translate so well

That scene in S1 where Dustin enthusiastically tries to get El to levitate a toy spaceship by just dropping it in front of her while she doesn’t react lmao that’s Eddie and Jonathan

Jonathan having limited social skills, complicated father issues, and been raised in an environment neglecting to see him as the kid he is in favor of seeing him as something else, such as a grown adult or a lab subject like El; he can eventually learn to develop as his own person independent of others after years of being depended on by others (as a psychic government tool/as a parentified caretaker for his family)

He too got arrested for busting someone’s face bc they talked shit about his family

People always talk about how he looks like he wants to explode someone with his mind. How can I not make him El

Terry was a fighter like Joyce; imagine Jonathan finding Joyce in the void and calling out “Mama” to her :(

Will and El duo -> Robin and Jonathan duo; Robin and Jonathan are like written in the same font in canon (5’8, nerdy, awkward but snarky pretentious art hoes that like Nancy Wheeler), do you see my Willel/Robjon vision

Do they look alike? Not even close but someone confused Jonathan for Robin on an ST4 poster once so im running with it

Why yes I am implying the Mileven/Byler triangle here would be Jancy/Ronance. I think that’s fun

Argyle is the last to join the Party, originally hailing from CA and wanting to make friends as a lonely newcomer to Hawkins; the supernatural and everything the Party deals with can be a lot, but he goes where the group goes, accepting the risk and rolling with it, sorta like he does with Cali gang in S4, driving all the way to Indiana, and learning his best friend’s little sister has powers

Initially Argyle was being left out of the loop by the group and later, despite being excited to meet him, Jonathan was probably a little dismissive of him at first like El was to Max

But they warm up to each other, and the S3 Elmax bonding where Max helps El experience being a regular kid -> Jargyle bonding where Argyle helps Jonathan experience being a regular kid kinda like S4 Jargyle with Jonathan having been able to have a friend + feel a little more like a teenager

El going to Max for relationship advice in S3 -> Jonathan going to Argyle for relationship advice

Also he’s a good driver; he was the getaway driver for Cali gang that is zoomer behavior

#stranger things #argyle stranger things #robin buckley #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #swapped au

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 9: There is always more than one way

The handsome Elf King and his two followers, his right-hand men and Bard Jimmy, lead me inside the house and we are now sitting face to face on the dining table.

Well me and the king.

His followers flank him on each side.

I took off my blond Link wig.

I don’t see any more reason to hide behind it if they already know my true gender.

Also, I want that the Elf King sees ME not my cosplay.

I have a feeling, he likes what he sees, without sounding arrogant. He looked interested in my brunette bob cut.

Maybe he has a thing for brunettes?

I really hope so.

Damn, I’m so nervous.

This is so different than with Kenny.

Why does red hair make me crazy? Why?

“Lady N.K., before I tell you why I wanted to speak to you let me introduce myself and my loyal ranger.”, starts the Elf King. “I’m Kyle and he is Stan. Jimmy, you already know.”

Kyle…

His name is Kyle.

It fits him so much.

I gulp and pray I don’t stutter.

“Pleased to meet you, King Kyle and Ranger Stan, as you know I’m mage N.K.”

Yeah, I didn’t stutter!

“Nice to meet you too dude, erm my lady.”, greets me, Stan. “I was curious to know who gave my man such beatings. You really look as tough as they said.”

I laugh and wave it away.

“You honor with your words, noble Ranger.”

“Now that pleasantries are out of the way, I would really like to talk to you Lady N.K.”, says King Kyle, his green eyes seem to look into my soul.

I feel…naked.

Vulnerable.

Not a lot of people made me ever feel this way.

Kyle is really something special.

Damn…I will probably really do whatever he says just to get in his good graces and hopefully snatch him up!

Why I’m such a thirsty hoe?

Why?

My hormones are bitches!

“I’m listing, your highness.”, I manage to get out my lips.

“I want to be truthful to you, so you know you can trust my words.”, he begins. “Bard Jimmy reported to us yesterday that the new mage of Kupa Keep is a girl and that Wizard Fatass doesn’t know it. But Stan and I wanted to see you for ourselves. We are quite surprised that you are indeed a girl.”

“Yeah, Leo, erm, Butters told me the girls of South Park don’t really play games with you. But I’m not a native from here.”, I remind him.

He nods.

“Indeed, you are different.”, he continues. “You are a powerful warrior as Stan already said. It’s a waste of your potential to be on Wizard Fatass’s side.”

Okay, I dig it that Kyle thinks I’m a powerful warrior, but also….

“You make me sound like a weapon.”, I point out. “A weapon you want to defeat Cartman with.”

Stan and Jimmy share a look, while Kyle’s beautiful eyes light up.

Damn, so hot!

“You aren’t only strong in body, but you possess a sharp mind. You could be so much more than be Cartman pawn.”

“I’m no one’s pawn. The human recruited me first and I made friends with them. I feel offended been called Fatass Pawn. He can suck my non-existed dick!”, I make myself clear.

“And yet you do what he says.”, counters Kyle. “We tracked a Twitter raven who says you are currently trying to recruit the goths for the Wizard and he told you sure that we have the Stick, he is lying!”

I frown.

How he words it…I don’t like it.

“Cartman is the one you should be fighting against. He's hiding the Stick -- which is cheating -- and acting all betrayed and sad to get you to recruit more people for him.”, adds Ranger Stan.

I look at the quiet Jimmy, who simply nods.

“King Kyle be frank with me, what do you want from me?”

“Lady N.K., do the right thing and recruit the Goth kids for US. Then we can ransack Cartman's stupid kingdom and get the Stick back once and for all.”

I let out a loud huff, cross my arms and sit back on my chair.

“Why should I? You could be lying. I hate Cartman, but I made friends in Kupa Keep.”, I respond. “Princess Kenny and Paladin Butters are most dear to me. Why should I risk their friendship for YOU? Do you have something to offer me which would be worth it?”

Hey, I try to be not that easy.

Also, it’s true.

I have Kenny and Leo and the other guys who are my friends.

Kyle may be hotter than the sun, but I don’t know him or his people. They were since I started the RPG the enemy.

“You really rather stay at Cartman’s side, even if he is a huge lying asshole, just for the Princess and the Paladin?!”, shouts Ranger Stan shocked.

He wants to add more, but Kyle raises a hand.

“Stan enough!”

“But-“

“No, she makes good points. Till now we were only enemies to her, you wouldn’t trust her either.”

The ranger frowns but nods at his king’s words.

Now the king turns back to me. Again his green eyes seem to look into me. I feel how I turn red and start to sweat.

Can he please stop that?!

I can’t think clearly when he looks at me like that.

Without looking away from me he says: “Stan, Jimmy, leave us. I want to talk to Lady N.K. alone.”

….Did I hear right?!

Alone.

The hot elf king wants to be alone with me?!

OH. MY. LORD!

My head is immediately in the gutter, while Stan and Jimmy leave us.

Still, with his brilliant eyes on me, King Kyle stands up from his sit and walks over to mine.

I’m a statue.

I can’t move.

My breath is heavy.

Now he stands before me.

Like this, me sitting he standing, Kyle is taller.

I look up at him with wide eyes.

“I have noted the way you look at me.”, he murmurs.

Softly he twirls a lock of my brown hair around his finger and something like a dying whale sounds comes out of my lips.

This makes him smirk….and yep my panties just dropped down the floor.

It should be illegal to have such an effect on people!

“Lady N.K., what I can offer you is simple.”

“W-What?”, I croak out.

“Me and my kingdom. Be my queen.”

HOLY. SHIT!

I gasp for air, and that’s when the king plants a short but hot kiss on my mouth. His tongue teasingly stroking mine.

And I’m done.

He got me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, not letting him get away and we kiss hot and wild.

I don’t know how he managed, and it turns me on even more, but he wraps his arms around my waist and places me on the table.

King Kyle lays with his full weight on me.

I feel anything.

Oh, this is heaven!

I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands stroke his beautiful red hair, while he kissed down my throat to my-

“Lady N.K. are you all right?”, brings me the voice of King Kyle back from my lust-filled daydream.

I don’t know if I should feel glad or disappointed.

It was going so well!

Goddammit, always at the best parts!

I can feel how hot my cheeks are while other parts of me are…well you can imagine.

Stupid hormones…

“Erm, yes, I’m okay, your highness.”, I answer him and fuck does my voice sound squeaky.

It’s embarrassing.

Kyle, who is still sitting innocently on his chair, raises an elegant eyebrow.

How he doesn’t believe it is formally written on his face.

“If you say so.”, at least he decides to let it drop it. He crosses his fingers with each other and leans on them. “Lady N.K. I know I ask you something impossible. You formed bonds in Kupa Keep, even with Wizard Fatass there.”

I nod in agreement.

“You have every right to distrust us, even if we really don’t have the Stick. Why should we reach out to you if we already have the Stick? I’m not power-hungry like Cartman.”, he explains. “If I had the Stick I would be perfectly content with it to help my people. Cartman on the other hand always wants more. He is a glutton in all things.”

I frown, but I can’t really detect a lie in all this. From what I expired myself from Cartman it would fit him.

“I want that you think for a second about what will happen when Cartman finds out you are a girl. He will banish you from time and space without even thinking that he let go of the best warrior we ever had here in Zaron and Larnion just because you are a girl. He wouldn’t care, but I would.”

“We are closing in on what you will offer to me if I join you, aren’t we?”, it’s not really a question.

King Kyle nods and stands up.

He crosses his hands behind his back, facing me.

“If you join the Eleven Kingdom, if you bring the Goth to us, if you swerve your loyalty to me, I promise you, that you can freely be yourself. No more hiding your true nature and I could protect you from Cartman banishment since you would belong to my people.”

Uff, that’s not a bad offer.

…Okay, if he would have offered me what I dreamed up, I wouldn’t even think about it. Being a queen to such a hot king would be amazing, but sadly the reality is another.

“I would lie if I say I wasn’t tempted.”, I admin truthful. “It sucks to be called Douchebag and hide that I’m a girl. I can’t stand Cartman and I really, really want to punch his stupid fat face in, but…I have friends in Kupa Keep as I said. I can’t betray them for my selfish desires.”

“Then you are a way better person than we all.”, he gives me a small smile.

Adorable!

Also, boy, I’m not that good. If you had pushed the right buttons I would have become a traitor.

Deep down I’m a selfish, power-hungry, thirsty hoe.

Maybe that’s why Kenny and I get along so well together.

She would have known what I wanted to be on her side.

Sign.

I stand up from my sit and bow before King Kyle.

“It was an honor to meet you, your Highness. If we had met earlier I would have stayed on your side for sure. But I belong to Kupa Keep, my loyalties lay there. I will find a way to handle King Cheesy Pops.”

The red-haired boy signs, but nods.

“I understand Lady N.K., I really wish you would reconsider, but I couldn’t betray my bonds either.”, he says. “But if you change your mind, we will take you in with open arms.”

“Thank you, your highness. I should go now.”

With that, I put my wig back on.

Time to return to reality.

Kyle steps beside me and escorts me the short way to the entrance door.

He opens the door for me.

“Mage N.K., even if we are on different sides, be assured that I and my people won’t tell your true gender to anyone. Your secret is safe with us.”

Thankful I smile.

“This means a lot, King Kyle. May your reign be long.”

“Thank you, I wish you the best with Fatass. It will not be simple.”

I step out of the door. With a last smile to the handsome Elf King, I leave the Eleven Kingdom.

I should join up again with Princess Kenny.

I should return to Kupa Keep.

I shouldn’t just answer the worrying text messages of my princess and my little brother.

But after what happened at the Eleven Kingdom I need time to think.

I’m happy that I didn’t listen to my hormones, who wanted to take a bit out of Kyle, yet I’m also sad.

Aargh, it’s a mess.

I like Kenny.

I truly do.

And she likes me too.

I should be happy with my decision to stay in Kupa Keep, sadly I just can’t.

Even with Kenny, even with all my friends, I can’t be truly myself because the head honcho aka. Cartman is a dick and hates girls and would kick me out without a second thought.

Now there is Kyle, my absolute dream boy, a noble King who would take me in, let me be who I am, and protected me, but I can’t also join him, because I don’t wanna betray my princess and little brother and I want more from Kyle then he wants to give me.

Again, aargh!

So, no, I can’t return to Kupa Keep till I can find a solution to this chaos that will make me happy.

It’s time to call the cavalry.

“Hey sis, I’m on my way to the cinema, what’s up?”

“Tam, can we meet at the park? I need someone neutral with a problem I have.”

“Uff, what a mess. Your life is complicated.”, concludes Tammy, after I told her the whole story.

We are sitting on a park bench in the playground of South Park. It could be nice to catch the sunray together and just talk about normal things, but I needed to tell Tammy my RPG-Life problems.

It was funny, how she had to take a look at me twice, seeing me in my Link cosplay, sadly the talking that followed was not.

Now I lay with my head on her shoulder, while she has wrapped an arm around me in comfort.

I feel defeated.

I feel hopeless.

I just don’t know what do to.

“Do you have any idea how I can fix this mess?”, I formally beg her.

She hums thoughtfully and strokes my hair. Aah, that’s a nice feeling. Something that I need right now.

“Well, the problem is clear, it’s Eric Cartman.”

“No shit, sis.”

“What about…if he wasn’t in the picture anymore?”

Couries I turn my head so that I can look up in her eyes. She has a mischievous light in them.

“What do you mean by that?”

Then Tammy tells me her plan.

And I can just applaud her.

“Oh hamburgers, I don’t know if we can do this N.K., like Eric will be so angry!”

Leo is scarred as I tell him the plan, me and Tammy came up, while Princess Kenny seems excited.

“I say we do it!”, shouts Princess Kenny full energy. “This will be the sweetest revenge on the fatass for all the shit he pulled in all these years!”

“But, but, he will be so angry at us!”

“Technically, we never said that it wasn’t allowed, so he can’t do anything.”

I nod in agreement at Princess Kenny’s words.

“My princess, do you think we can get the others on board?”

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head over it, beautiful, that’s the easiest part!”

To say that the elven and their King are surprised to see me again in their Kingdom is an understatement.

Maybe it’s because I brought for this part Tammy along aka. she insisted on coming with me.

“Lady N.K.”, finds King Kyle his words again. “I didn’t expect you back…and in company.”

Tammy and I bow before him.

“King Kyle, this is Tammy, my best friend, and a damn good fighter.”

“We came here because we have planned something, which you surely will approve, your highness.”, flawless add Tammy like she does RPGs for ages.

“…I’m listing.”

With a huge smile, I make my way to the Goth kids.

Turns out Tammy’s father smokes, so she “borrowed” a pack of cig, and like Kenny said the hobo before U-Store-It sold Goth clothes, which I wear now.

The plan for Cartman is set in motion.

We only need the Goth kids and all will be ready!

This will be a piece of cake.

Words that I would soon regret.

Next

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

[cute-pluto]

my made up weapon assignments for limited life. bc i say so

will change according to rule of cool (if they kill people in cool ways in future episodes)

etho - diamond sword from grian

bdubs - reinforced wood pick from cleo (put that through skizz teeth (dsmp refernece))

tango - cattle prod but a bad one that keeps killing the cows (the rest of team ties also have a cattle prod but dont use it as a main weapon)

pearl - kine

scar - cane (diamond hoe)

skizz - fish hook

cleo - iron sword from bigb (will probably be replacing soon)

bigb - dual wielded swords (not matching because gave the matching one to cleo)

#cutepluto screams #limited life

[n7viper]

Warframe Asks

I saw this ask game from derelicthorror earlier this morning and wanted to run through it. I don't know that I have any Warframe players that follow me, but I thought this would be a fun thing to answer anyway. I am not actively playing right now, but I've been around for about 9 years now.

There are a lot of questions, so they're under the cut.

1. Which primary weapon is your favorite? Secondary? Melee weapon?

Tenet Arca Plasmor has been a recent favourite for me. As far as being fun to use, I used to main with a Kohm, lol. I have not found a Kuva Kohm yet, unfortunately.  I am still a big fan of the Synoid Gammacor, despite being nerfed many years ago. I also like the chain secondaries - kuva nukor and tenet cycron. My old main used to also be the rakta ballistica! I do not have a ballistica prime, sadly :(  Melee weapon has always been the tonbo <3 I love it so so much and was lucky enough to get a riven from my friend.  I tend to skew towards weapons that are fun to use, rather than being meta. Sometimes there is overlap, but not always.

2. Do you prefer long-range combat or are you a frontliner?

Oh baby, I still spin-to-win even if it’s not the meta anymore. I prefer melee combat by far. 

3. If you could naturally inflict any kind of damage, what kind would it be (i.e. heat, radiation, cold, magnetic)?

Radiation is just fun, but that might be the Mesa Main speaking. I do enjoy murdering my friends with friendly fire. 

4. Who was your starter frame?

Mag!! My baby

5. Favorite NPC?

Teshin Teshin Teshin Teshin

6. Least favorite NPC?

Simaris, lol H U N T E R R R R R R R R R

7. Which faction has your favorite aesthetic/architectural design?

I am a Corpus hoe, though obviously orokin stuff looks cool as hell with the gold. 

8. What’s your favorite piece of Warframe lore?

I don't really know that I have one. I feel like the lore is a bit confusing most of the time. Things get retconned, etc. I play the game with blinders on when it comes to the lore and always have.

9. What’s your favorite Operator accessory?

I love the umbra scarf when it’s open. I still use my operator because of the accessories tbh

10. Favorite ephemera?

Gloriana or Peach Blossom

11. Least favorite ephemera?

Out of the ones I own, either the Nyctalus or Eros Wings. Just too big. And the disappearing thing never works as well as I'd like, so I just avoid them.

12. Who is your favorite Cephalon?

Cy

13. What volume do you have Ordis set to?

Zero. I have personally not ever loved Ordis. After 8 years, I just cannot anymore. It did make doing New War a little funny though because his volume slider, of course, works for quests too. I think I did temporarily turn up his volume for the quest. 

14. Which quest is your favorite?

The Second Dream will always hold a special place in my heart. 

15. Which syndicate(s) are you allied with?

PERRIN SEQUENCE BABY Also Red Veil and New Loka

16. What is your Railjack named?

SSV Normandy, of course :) 

17. Kubrow or kavat?

MOAs, even if they’re just a pale imitation of true MOAs.  But to answer the actual question, Kavats if the DNA wasn’t a pain in the ass to get. I used to heavily breed kubrows so I’m burnt out on them. 

18. What’s your favorite track in the OST?

March of the MOA of course. I was super stuck on For Narmer after New War, though. 

19. Who comes to mind first at the phrase “Space Dad”?

Teshin, because apparently that’s what people call him? He can’t be my dad, though, I wanna do him nasty. 

20. Which faction do you hate fighting the most?

Orokin, because you get the worst of all the factions. Ancients, bombards, nullifiers, etc. 

21. What was your first Prime build?

Jeez, it’s been too long. I’m almost sure my first prime was Mag though. 

22. Do your operator and Warframe wear matching colors?

It depends! Mostly, yes. All of my frames and my operator have a pink/white/black/gold default. I have a few other “default” palettes I use for some frames, like neon pink/green/blue and black. When I use the alternates, I don’t change my operator. 

23. Which Warframe would you take grocery shopping?

Mag because I love her. 

24. Are you Sun, Moon, or neutrally aligned?

I think I’m Moon? I don’t even remember what this shit does. Have they fully explained it? All I know is that you can’t change it. I logged in earlier to look at my crew members but forgot to look at this.

25. Which planet is your favorite to run missions on?

Anything but Europa lol

26. Cetus, Fortuna, or the Necralisk?

Fortuna, hands down. I don’t like the melt though :( give me back the snow

27. What are your Railjack crewmembers’ names?

Xapp Fahkk (my first Lich, who I accidentally converted), Aeloeth, and Orukk Jiss lol I also have some cool friends like Naz Ner, Spelm, and Probate Akitiorikaidoj.  I actually logged in just to see what their names were, and while I was already online, figured I’d go see what Ticker had today. Which means I adopted Brian for the low low price of a million credits (worth it).

28. Which Warframe is the most attractive?

I have always been hot for Mag. And Mesa Prime, of course. 

29. What’s a Warframe headcanon you have?

I'm not sure I have anything super thrilling, I've been out too long. I do remember that my clanmates and I used to make jokes about us all living in our dojo with our pet MOAs. Which was before pet MOAs were actually a thing and before operator reveals.

30. Do you play public or solo?

SOLO. I hate pubs. 

31. Which color palette is your favorite?

Metisse, of course. 

32. What’s your favorite floof?

The ostia vasca kavat floofs and their little red eyes. Adorable!

33. Business, Son, or Master Teasonai?

None, tbh, but I can deal with Biz most. 

34. What’s a line of dialogue that stuck with you?

They come to this place when they know they are not pure. Tenno use the keys, but they are mere trespassers. Only I, Vor, know the true power of the Void. I was cut in half, destroyed, but through its Janus Key, the Void called to me. It brought me here and here I was reborn. We cannot blame these creatures, they are being led by a false prophet, an impostor who knows not the secrets of the Void. Behold the Tenno, come to scavenge and desecrate this sacred realm. My brothers, did I not tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment? Now, I will stop them. Now I am changed, reborn through the energy of the Janus Key. Forever bound to the Void. Let it be known, if the Tenno want true salvation, they will lay down their arms, and wait for the baptism of my Janus key. It is time. I will teach these trespassers the redemptive power of my Janus key. They will learn its simple truth. The Tenno are lost, and they will resist. But I, Vor, will cleanse this place of their impurity.

35. Does your Operator have a name? What is it?

I hadn’t ever considered, tbh. I suppose just ‘Viper’!

36. Who is your comfort Warframe?

Mag Mag Mag

#sorry I straight up can't think of another line of dialogue #aside from maybe Tyl Regor's I'M GETTING VERY EXCITED NOW #viper pls #I guess this is technically #ask game answers #warframe

[meangirlbullytwo]

Here's some thing, a little scene. It's not well thought through.

(WARNING: MATURE THEMES INCLUDED).

Jimmy: I hate doing business with this guy, this one main henchmen... Sounds like Sheldon, but a deeper voice tone. Still a bit nasally. But we like the shorty better.

Pete: Look, I don't like him also, I fucking hate this guy. We got initiated into this thing, this very complicated thing of life. We have to remain calm unless it gets hot. Mad Dog is here. And Edgar. They really get upset when he's shows up in person, I didn't tell him. You might don't know what he might pull out.

Edgar: *(laughs, rubbing his hands together)*

Pete: I am pretty sure something as little might arise...

Maddox: And then I'm body slamming the arrogant dumb ass-

Pete: *(sighs)* Like I told James... Let's try Maddox.

They approached A guy and two bodyguards...

...

"Why the hell are you guys still wearing your school uniforms? Looking the goddamn four Red Beets. "

Jimmy: We want to get this shit over with, because if stay here long having to look at you- I will get very agitated and might go to prison once again for multiple counts of attempted murder. We have lives to live and businesses to run.

"How's that beautiful ebony goddess, with the mocha skin that-"

Jimmy: My interactions with her is none of your concern, neither none of your business.

"Too bad, let me know if you're done with her and moved on to another chick. It's best... Someone like you could never truly handle someone like her. I understand-"

He punched him right between the eyes, stepping back, shook the pain off and flexed his hand. Everyone except him and Pete stood calm, while the rest drew their weapons out.

Pete: Calm down everyone, we all know how arrogant and stupid he could get. We need to take a deep breath and walk away and continue our partnership as its been. However... If we want continue this foolishness, it ends here..."

"Oh Pete, I knew you always got it hidden-"

Pete: Not preferred, for protection. How did you fit that in there Ed?

Edgar: Don't worry about it.

Maddox: I heard a shotgun.

"Charlie, you fucking slimy rat..."

The guy struggled to get up and gave up for now, wiping the blood from his nose- laughing, but his mind filled with rage, knowing he was outnumbered and didn't have a chance...

"How'd you found us? Jimmy, she's just a ho. She's like every last one of them. Hoes. You're a straight up player, you ain't build "fo da life" it's in you. The monogamous way is dead. Have fun while you can-"

"Do we have some issues going on here?"

Pete: It's him...

Jimmy: Yes, it's him...

"Mr. Hopkins. Mr. Kowalski... Mr. Munsen and Mr. Thomas, a.k.a Mad Dog... The Cousin Thomas"

Maddox: I see you...

"Geraldo, remember I did tell you to stop antagonizing Mr. Hopkins? He has this fire within him, he has grown older into this young man, but he will unleash it and will use his military mindset to do whatever it takes. If you keep taking hits, I will have to replace you, you're my best guys. So have they found you yet?"

Jimmy: Apparently not. Trust me, I do a good job of covering my movements using great technologies and I don't need Maddox or Pete.

"Mr. Kowalski..."

He grabs to shake his hand. Then, Pete felt the very tight squeeze... Maddox slowly started to reach for his weapon as he knew what was going on, glaring at him.

Pete: If you're break my hand, do it... I been through worse, isn't that right Maddox?

Maddox snapped out of it, letting his defense down,

Maddox: Right, we were trying to clear your opps, but one of them got to Pete.

"Again, truly sorry for that, but that was the past. All his medical bills were paid. If you would excuse yourself, I have things to attend to. Raldo, get up..."

Geraldo: I'll be seeing you, fucking gingerhead ass...

Jimmy: You know where I live...

Pete: Jimmy...

Edgar: Let's go...

#bully canis canem edit #bully game #canis canem edit #bully #bully cce #bully se #jimmy hopkins #bullworth

[aterlupus]

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon? How do you create an OC? What are your steps for developing an OC?

Questions for the mun. A series of questions for the mun / the person behind the muse(s)

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

For the most part, yes, actually. In this case I am referring to Gaius, and I am pretty sure he's my favorite of the canon characters next to Ryne, but I have some slight (very minor) gripes for Ryne so I'll just focus on Gaius for now.

If there are criticisms I suppose I just want more time with him and to learn more about what he's going to do next. I like Gaius a lot, and there are things I mentioned before, namely about how he isn't 'redeemed' and how I actually do like that not only have they not redeemed him, but in fact Gaius doesn't seem interested in redemption -- make no mistake, he clearly shows guilt for his actions, and he is definitely working towards unlearning everything Solus taught him, but he hasn't dropped on his knees and begged every protagonist in the game to forgive him for his actions. He still has goals. He has new things to work on. He has things he wants to accomplish and they don't perfectly coincide with sucking up to the main characters and being a part of their personal cool kids squad -- he wants revenge, he wants information, and he actively has been seeking it out for a while now. I like that about him a lot.

I also liked the Sorrow of Werlyt storyline a lot for him, while it also definitely is one of those stories where I wish we just had more time with it if anything, but I appreciate it covering topics like his regret and how his influence continues to affect those he cared about, and how much his kids cared about him and how his actions ended up putting them in harms way because of Gaius's sense of justice.

Well, I could go on, but basically I like Gaius a lot because he fucks up so much and tries to reconcile with his actions. He doesn't immediately find a perfect solution to wrap things up neatly. He is struggling and getting by and doing what he can to resolve things, only once in an optional questline did he ever actively reach out for help (to the Warrior of Light for the Weapons questline) and for the most part he seems very content with not actually relying on anyone. Which I think also shows how he is still very much so not perfect and still behaving like himself, despite his dramatic shift in goals.

Also I just like seeing broken older/middle aged men having a dramatic shift in life and having to discover that they have a new path they can explore, and they can still strive to do more despite it being later in their life.

How do you create an OC?

I look at a series/game/franchise I like and I think 'does this game need more hoes?' and then I just add Mors.

I usually don't think much, I prefer to start with a very simple idea. When I first got into FF14, my very first thought was "I want to make the prettiest and sluttiest boy I can make" and then was immediately disappointed by how few outfit options there were and mostly paraded my miqo'te boy around naked. (and of course, I picked miqo'te, because.... cat.)

In the end I kept that simple premise in my brain, a very promiscuous and flirty man who can be a bit vain, and over time I just ask myself questions like 'how would this person feel being in this position that the game presented to me?' and I start to weave through that.

Despite conventional belief I actually appreciate canon a lot for helping me shape an OC, as I think the lore helps me with thinking about what my character would do. Even the very first dungeon, Sastasha, had me thinking my character would loathe that place because it is full of women who have been captured and held prisoner against their will in a den full of pirates. I think someone with pretty looks like my OC would probably have bad memories of such a thing and know that things like that are to be avoided, but the idea of being able to rescue them is enticing. From there, things expand because the world offers me ideas and it gets my mind working about answers to that idea.

Of course, there are my wildcard OCs, like Mors, where I know in the end he is simply someone of a lot of power and someone I think of trying to find himself a place in a world like FF14 (since he was originally from FF15) and since Mors is actually technically a canon character from FF15 (he is Noctis's grandfather) I tend to write characters like that too -- that is to say, characters with almost no information or story and basically take them and go 'mine now!!' because I am so curious about them. I like to call them Semi-canon OCs, people who have little to no mention or acknowledgement but are still technically characters in the game (like Edda, for example).

What are your steps for developing an OC?

I ask myself this:

What do I want to see more of?

What do I want their personality to be?

What in the game/series/etc do I wish got explored more, or ( found lacking when it was explored?

What do I think would be fun?

I ask that with canon characters too, at least with RP, because I think they are very important for writing in general.

#long post #about me #mun speaks #ignore me #very long post #could go all day so i will stop myself hgjhkjlk