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one-million-kruge · 8 months

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my six of crows hcs

I need to read Crooked Kingdom but I can't for at least another week and it's killing me so take this very self indulgent list

Kaz Brekker

-He finds it really hard to apologize so he literally buys a gazillion super expensive gifts for whichever Crow, refuses to elaborate, and walks away. Matthias is mystified by this.

-Kaz hates emotional attachments with people because he could easily lose them like he lost Jordie, so he made them with his cane and gloves instead.

-For a while as a coping mechanism, Kaz legitimately treated 'Rietveld' Kaz and 'Brekker' Kaz as two different people. When he was triggered by something or other he told himself it was Rietveld messing with him.

-He researched Saints so that he could know and understand Inej's religion, even though he had no obligation to. He also pretends he hates hearing her talking about it but just hearing the passion in her voice makes Kaz happy.

Inej Ghafa

-Similarly to Kaz, she has emotional attachments to her knives because after her time at the Menagerie it became really hard for her to trust people.

-Inej learned how to walk silently at the Menagerie because she needed to sneak around in order to get stuff she needed to survive, whether it be food or something to stitch herself up with.

-She enjoys being on the sea because it gives her a sense of freedom similar to how acrobatics made her feel.

-Inej has never once pitied Kaz, just felt anger for what others (*cough cough* pekka rollins) had done to him. Every time she sees him panic she feels a mixture of sadness and pure rage.

Jesper Fahey

-Jesper has a diary because he feels emotions in a very big way and he needs some way to get them out. He hides it under his bed and let me tell you it is bright pink.

-When he is stressed (often) he plays with his guns. Like, safety on, but he flips them around in his hands and whatever because it reminds him of his mother and her memory makes him feel safe.

-When on heists, Jesper legit takes any opportunity to wear high heels. There is no need to. The Crows make fun of him for it. He does not care.

-Jesper is typically very fidgety but whenever he's near Wylan he's just automatically much calmer. Wylan is like Milo for his stress but better. It's even better when he's touching Wylan in some way, shape, or form.

Wylan Van Eck

-If Wylan hears a phrase or saying or something of the like that he thinks is nice or cool, he writes it in musical notes (similarly to how he labels chemicals and such) and tacks it up on a wall or something.

-When he was younger and his father would use horrible tactics to try and get him to be able to read, he just took it and assumed it was normal because he didn't have a frame of reference (not being able to read books or make friends very well). Some days he felt he deserved it.

-Wylan loves symbolic art because it's a way for him to take in a story without having to read it. He loves making up interpretations of symbolic paintings and connecting unrelated ones into a continuous story.

-He is really not assertive at all and finds it hard to read the room, so Wylan always asks Jesper before he does anything affectionate. He sometimes gets embarrassed about it, but Jesper always reassures him that it's very cute and sexy of him.

Nina Zenik

-Nina is bisexual (canon) and in terms of her preferences she finds women to be hotter, but she loves men beyond physical attraction more often. Whenever people try to tell her that she's straight because of that she either punches them or knocks them out for a few minutes depending on how she's feeling that day.

-Nina loves fucking with people by speaking a language to them that they don't speak and then gaslighting them into thinking that she was speaking the language they do speak.

-She is like the #1 hype squad for Inej, and it's literally the only thing that Kaz and her can agree on. They literally get into compliment battles but they're complimenting Inej.

-Nina finds it hilarious how actually innocent Matthias is, so sometimes when they speak, she makes progressively more lewd innuendos to see how long it takes for him to catch on.

Matthias Helvar

-Matthias is super gullible and will believe almost anything someone tells him unless it is far too outlandish to be true. The rest of the Crows (bar Inej and Wylan) use this to their advantage often.

-Back when he hunted Grisha, everyone else said he was most definitely the least likely to become a traitor but also the most likely to be the nicest to the Grisha. Guess where they were wrong.

-Matthias tries his best to be mischievous and absolutely fails every time. He just feels bad about it and so he immediately apologizes even though all of his "mischief" isn't even that bad.

-Whenever Nina needs anything, Matthias will immediately do it/get it for her. Whether it's getting a book off of a shelf that she can't quite reach or committing homicide, he is always ready and willing.

#ugh i love them so much #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #six of crows #soc #grishaverse #headcanon #i seriously need to read crooked kingdom.#not on this list but jesper and nina would be the biggest swifties #and kaz would know every lyric to every song purely because jesper would listen to her so much #rambles #six of crows headcanons

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 26 days

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Random Facts About Minerva

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

All Children Joan

A/N: A different type of middle child I guess, lol. Jokes aside, I adore this girl❤️

Warnings: Mentioning of childhood anxiety.

Following the theme of strong warriors, you and Raph decided to name your second born Minerva. Minerva being the Latin name for the Greek goddess of strategic war, Athena. But just like many of her cousins, she was often referred to by her nickname - Mini.

Mini had nothing against the name Minerva, it’s just that she sometimes forgot that that is her name. She’s so used to being called Mini, that she almost doesn’t notice when someone calls her Minerva. Each time she would suddenly sit up in realization with a; “oh shit, that’s me!”

Though named after a goddess of war, Minerva wasn’t that much of a feral fighter. Actually, she struggled a lot with anxiety throughout her childhood, especially separation anxiety. She shared a strong bond with her father, but sadly, for the first four years of Mini’s life, she was pretty much glued to Raph’s side, and would scream and cry like she was in danger, whenever Raph had to leave for patrol.

Mini did also suffer from frequent nightmares, all the way up to her late teens. As she grew older, she learned how to handle them, sharing them with you, Raph and her siblings in the morning. But as a toddler it was pretty bad. Mini would often come to you and Raph at night with tears in her eyes, having had yet another horrible nightmare, and only able feel safe in her father’s strong arms, with at least one of her small hands wrapped around your hand.

However, Mini would learn of ways to soothe herself and calm her anxiety, one of them being knitting. Just like Raph once took up knitting to calm his anger, Mini would start knitting in order to calm her anxiety. That had resulted in many blankets, along with new knitted gifts for the whole family.

At the age of 15, Mini was gifted a weapon from Master Splinter, or in Mini’s case - a pair of weapons. She was given two tanto knives, which she immediately took a liking to. Not only had it been her preferable weapon while training, but Splinter thought they suited her well. The nature of tanto knives would force Mini into close range combat, something he hoped would make her more confident.

Just like Mini looked up to Raph, she also looked up to her older sister. She was a bit timid when it came to punching a punching bag, but she did enjoy sitting around and watching Raph and Joan go at it. It wasn’t until her teen years that she decided to give it a try, with Raph and Joan understanding what emotional importance this moment had for Mini, encouraging and supporting her every step of the way.

Mini is very much a hugger. She likes hugging, and it is something she does, no matter if she was sad or happy. But she is very aware that some of her family members - siblings, cousins, uncles or aunts - weren't too happy about being hugged out of nowhere, so she will always ask first.

Mini eating cheese, drinking a milkshake, eating mac'n'cheese, or ice cream? No way. She’s incredibly lactose intolerant. Her cousin Marcello may have a minor intolerance to lactose, but Mini just can’t have any. Don’t even try to give her any, it WILL end badly, and she is very aware of it herself.

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revelisms · 8 months

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A few Arcane HCs I haven't quite gotten to in my fics, but have been running in the background while I'm writing:

Jinx's and Vi's dad was an inventor: clever as a fox, boisterous and sly, smoker's gravel on his words. He sang when he drank, and he got angry: at himself, at the ceaseless cycle of working the mines, at a world he felt trapped in. He did his best, though. He was loving and kind, always driving ahead: vowing to make promises the world wouldn't let him keep. Powder (Bluebird, he'd call her) was his little girl. They'd tinker together when she was very young. She doesn't remember him much, but she misses him. Mirrored against Vi, against Vander, against Silco, is always Papa.

Jinx has her own routines with Dustin, Ran and Lock. When she first came into their crime posse, the three of them held her at arm's length, skittish at venturing too close to the boss's ward. Slowly, though, they all took her under their wings. Dustin taught her how to throw knives, and how to dance—not gracefully, of course, but lively, freed, fun. Ran taught her how to sharpshoot, and how to cook steamed sweet-doughs with her favorite fruits. Lock taught her how to throw a punch, and how to strum a folk-fiddle pretty enough to make it sing. She's closest to Dustin. He doesn't talk much, not sincerely, but there's a lot they can relate to. If she ever needs someone to sit with, he's her second-choice. They'll sit at the bar together, prattling over their music and painting designs on their nails.

Silco has tattoos—several, in fact. Most are hidden beneath his clothes. Jinx and Sevika both have caught glimpses, when his sleeves are rolled up. On his left arm is a leviathan that cords its finned tail from the inside of his elbow to a set of gaping jaws over his shoulder. A painter's dozen litter his back: patterned motifs, a sweeping snake of sea-kelp, death's-head moths split by glistened daggers, a devilish star. Hidden on the underside of his right arm is a sliver of ink: a bleeding eye caged between fanged teeth. Most others have been smattered with scars, over the years: bullet wounds, knife slashes, shrapnel.

Sevika occupies a rare state of limbo among their crew. She's seen flavors of vulnerability Silco has bared to no other, and has laid down her shields, in turn. One would be unwise to call them lovers—their tastes in all things, down to preferred partners, skews polar opposite. But they have weathered similar hells, and know how to navigate them. Silco knows that she will cry when her rage burns out, and only then: a Vesuvius that takes years to boil up and over. Sevika knows that dragging a hand over Silco's nape, palming slowly into the dark quills of his hair, will make him jitter on his feet: a conflated snap-reaction of hackles raised and walls crumbled. They have shared meals, baths, beds—and, on few occasions, rooms at the brothels—but they are a partnership that leans towards wedded servitude before it ever greets affection. Still, they are intrigued by each other. A mutual curiosity at the layers that unfold, if one only dares to look beneath them.

Vi sees herself first as Powder's sister; Jinx saw Vi first as her own mother. Their relationship has been weighted by this ever since the bridge went up in flames. Vi remembers their mother vividly: how she hummed folksongs when she worked, made them warm stews and stitched their clothes with bright thread; Jinx remembers only a shadow, a lovely voice, and Vi's hands—hands that had Papa's anger, that smashed things and threw them far, far away, kicked and shoved and roared, fizzled out to quiet, frustrated apologies. The cannery fire wasn't the first time Vi had let her anger get the best of her, but it was the most explosive. She's held the shame of it with her, her whole life—and it's a fear Jinx has never been able to detach from.

Despite this, Jinx is touch-first and speak-second. She was always a tactile child—even more-so, after everything. Ironic, then, that she's so often sewn at the hip to a man who's, on the surface, touch-averse and impeccably clean. He's had to peel her off him like glue, more than once, leering at the soot stains she'd leave on his suit. (Child...you do know how to bathe?) But it brings out a quieter, forgotten part of himself, that closeness. He's tactile, too—something long staved off by his betrayal, by the nature of his position, by the violence he enacts and commands; but memory makes easy habits. It's not uncommon to find him making room for her at his desk; letting her nest in his arms while he lounges on his office's chaise, a book in hand; sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her, folktales murmured late into the night, until her eyes stutter closed, her comforters tucked lightly over her shoulder. And all of it isn't Vi, to her—but it's a shadow of something Jinx remembers; a quiet warmth, a tired voice, a face she's forgotten.

Silco has had many drift in and out of his life, over the years; mentors less-so than bloodied beacons. With Vander, it was a young, prickling, heartached obsession—a desire to prove, to be seen, to be worthy. A manifestation of all his childhood ails, emboldened to their ugliest frenzy. Vander goaded; he chased rooftops and leapt from ever-greater heights; his ambition soared as far as his body could take him, as long as it took for someone to fall behind in the chase. But Silco could outwit him, outpace him, with strategy and scheming—the two of them unstoppable, unmatched, and enmeshed with unbalance. A hound on a killer's leash; a killer baring the hound's teeth. After the betrayal, Silco spent months in the reclusive company of the doctor. Science became a second language, and Piltie business rode on its coattails. The doctor got him through back-door loopholes into Topside medical labs, bartered connection with tutors in law and policy and business, and laid the foothold for investment. Silco's penchant for wordsmithing a crowd and eye for industrialization did the rest.

As a byproduct of the doctor's work, Jinx inevitably crosses paths with Viktor. She learns of him from afar, early-on in her settling in at the reacquired Last Drop. A little errand of passing off reports from Silco to Singed and back again leave her ogling Viktor's work, at every chance. He wants nothing to do with her, at first—until she prattles off her knowledge on chemical reconstruction, shows her inventions, wins his favor. They become good friends, over the years. In the aftermath of Fishbones' explosion, he's one of few who make active efforts to see her: they'll sit at the banks of the Pilt and share fishcakes, pickled cabbage, and thermoses of black tea. She'll talk shimmer varients; he'll talk chem-augmentations with Hextech. Together, they'll compile their shared notes in a tome she dubs Hohenheim (Hohie, for short). It's one of her most treasured possessions.

#arcane #arcane headcanon #writing #jinx #vi #silco #singed #viktor #the jinx & vik stuff i have a WIP for I'll pick back up someday #ALSO - things not in here but loosely on the frays:#jinx and ekko have a similar dichotomy with jinx and vi #ekko was powder's closest friend and now jinx's harshest enemy #he sees them as two separate facets of her identity - with jinx being a manipulation of what silco wants #sevika only followed vander through the onset of the cause and turned after deals with enforcers were struck #she was already working under silco's thumb long before she 'formally' quit vander's rung #at that time silco was terrifying to her - tunnel visioned and unforgiving #he's warmed up to someone else over time (who she might admire more if jinx wasn't a rusted nail between them)

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angel-gone-south · 7 months

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apocalypse au headcanons.... weapons, roles, etc. do your best

Apocalypse AU

Cracks fingers.

Violence, blood, death, etc.

【☆】★【☆】

STAN (hatchet, or flamethrower. perhaps even a chainsaw) is definitely the leader of his motley crew, consisting of:

KYLE. He handles rations, fortifications. Constantly nagging on everyone. Also acts as a nurse. (Golf club, pistol, rifle.)

KENNY. He handles melee. His immortality curse also makes him a great scout. The only problem? He keeps waking up in random places- the curse can’t decide where “home” is when you’re a nomad. (Has a sword, for some reason. Is also proficient with a crossbow and sometimes a baseball bat.)

BUTTERS. He’s the scavenger. Quiet, small. Like a mouse. He can get in and out without setting off almost any alarm, thanks to sneaking out of his room his entire childhood. He also is great at electronics, surprisingly. Runs the radio updates for South Park. (Daggers, bows and arrows. Anything else is far too loud for his liking.)

Strangely enough, also joining Stan’s Gang is GREGORY (of Yardale) and THE MOLE.

Gregory drives the RV they’re all packed in. He and Mole used to live in an abandoned trainyard when Butters and Kenny found them. (He’s weird. He can use almost anything you equip him with.)

The Mole sneaks with Butters after joining the crew. The only thing is, when it’s people and not Zombies they’re stealing from, most people smell his cigarettes…. (Shovel. Need I say more?)

CRAIG leads his own gang, of course. (He uses a pistol, but mostly his spiked knuckles. He throws a mean punch.)

TWEEK of course is with him- handling wounds and any littles they have with them when their group holes up in the elementary school. (He prefers not to fight, but carries a concealed knife and a bow.)

TRICIA is there too. Craig would never leave her behind. She’s a whiz at repairing things. (She has a large wrench, and a set of throwing knives.)

Oddly, CARTMAN stays with them. He pulls his weight- underneath all that pudge is muscle- he was a wrestler. He mostly moves and carries things; great for scouting missions. (He, like Craig, prefers a good ol’ pair of knuckles on top of his fists. I can see him using a shotgun too.)

Yknow, it’s hard to see CLYDE as anything but the weaponsmaster here. He creates shivs, arrows, attaches nails to bats, and most importantly? Molotov cocktails. (Literally anything. He’s an absolute maniac when he fights, though, so they keep him away from guns.)

TOLKIEN would be there too, organizing jobs and helping with some hydraulics for farming on the roof. (He’d use a crowbar or a revolver. He’s a quickdraw.)

JIMMY helps Tweek care for the kids, while also helping to keep spirits high. (He cannot usually fight, but in special situations, Clyde attaches weights and spikes to his crutches.)

KAREN, IKE, and THE GOTHS actually found each other pretty easy. The trainyard, once Gregory and the Mole left, was really safe for them to move into.

Despite the Gunman, PETE’s protests, the VAMP KIDS were welcomed in.

HENRIETTA fashions armor. (She’s not a fighter in the slightest, but give her a gun and she’ll figure it out.)

MICHAEL, despite his limp, is fast on his feet. (He traded his cane for a much heavier one, going the blunt force route.)

FIRKLE is obsessed with knives. They won’t touch a gun, unless it’s to fix it for one of the others or scrap it for parts. (Knives- and fire.)

MIKE MAKOWSKI is a very comforting presence for Karen and Ike, becoming like their big brother and consistently attempting to fix the radio connection to get in contact with their brothers. (He’s a damn good axe user. Guitar or otherwise.)

ANNIE BARTLETT, who is probably the only other surviving vamp kid, is the muscle. She does the lifting and lots of the cleaning. (Fists fists fists. And feet- her massive steel toes make quick work at stomping heads.)

When little Karen, trained with a rifle, and expert swordsman Ike are picked up by their guilt-ridden brothers it’s a tearful goodbye. They visit frequently to bring extra supplies.

The train camp is actually the capital of New South Park. They set up a trade route thanks to the addition of the girls:

NICHOLE, an expert negotiator and teacher. (Baseball bat, and an antique musket.)

BEBE, who is a genius with inventions, actually, thanks to the help of WENDY. (Bebe uses primarily a formerly shiny, bedazzled baseball bat. Wendy is a silent sniper.)

And HEIDI and RED, an unstoppable duo who make the best food this side of Denver. (Heidi, a formerly peaceful soul, uses a metal pipe and a crossbow. Red is more of a guns-blazing girl, and was entrusted with a sawed-off shotgun and machete.)

All in all, Stan’s gang keeps traveling. They hope to find and bring back as much of civilization as they can. The trainyard and elementary eventually become one with Bebe and Wendy’s instructions of constructing a wall around the strip of road between the two. The whole area is safe and fortified.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 1 month

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Flying/Dream to Believe (2 parter - part 2) (TW: mention of gore/fighting/rage/bullying)(mostly sfw)

@gea-chan96

Part two.

If there’s one place I absolutely hate with a passion, it’s the cafeteria.

I’d rather be in gym class than here, sitting alone and pushing my soggy noodles around a styrofoam plate. Surrounded by loud, rowdy peers that sometimes feel the need to make fun of me. Something about food and chubby people just don’t mix, apparently, so I get a lot of “is that your fifth tray?” Or “slow down, Hoss.”

Understandably, after I rearranged Nate’s face, there has been less and less of that. Now I just get ignored a lot. Which is better, but still not great.

Today, however, it’s different. Tommy and Leo plop down at my table like they’ve been sitting there the whole semester.

“What are you doing?” I ask them, and I can’t help my dry, uninterested, downright bitchy tone.

Tommy gives me this kicked puppy pout, which makes me feel really bad about my attitude problem that lingers from this morning when my family told me if I didn’t join gymnastics then I was taking a job at Uncle Vic’s antique store.

I hate dolls, especially old porcelain ones. It would be a bad experience.

Speaking of porcelain dolls, Stacy and Leah also take a seat at my table, which scares the shit out of me. Sure, I can punch a buff football guy in his mouth, but these two tiny gymnasts make me want to melt into the floor.

Leah saddles up to Leo, rubbing his shoulder and being flirty. Stacy does the same thing to Tommy. I hope I’m hiding the disgusting scowl on my face at this display, but I highly doubt that I am.

“Hey, y/n,” Leah says, playing with Leo’s hair, “I heard you’re joining the gymnastics team?”

Both of them give this melodic, chiming, grating laugh. Tinkerbell bitches. But, I realize something in that moment. I’m not afraid of Stacy and Leah; I’m afraid of what Stacy and Leah will make me angry enough to do to them.

“My mom is making me,” I say.

“No offense, but aren’t you a little large to do the stuff we do?” Stacy asks, placing a hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

I look at him, expecting his face to be red and blushing, drooling like an idiot over Stacy - smitten and dumb, but Tommy, instead, is staring at me apologetically, like he feels bad?

I would have preferred the smitten look. Anger spikes my brain. I don’t need pity, I need revenge. “The stuff you do?” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It sounds more like something off Discovery Channel predator week. “You mean prance around putting everyone else down because you hate yourself and not even being that good at gymnastics in the first place? That the stuff you’re talking about, Stacy?”

Her face puffs up like a blowfish, and I feel myself smiling - this sinister, numb curl of my lips that just happens on its own while she turns purple and furious.

Aw, someone’s mad.

“Listen, you fat bitch - “

“No. You listen, Leah.” I look back at Tommy, whose usually soft face is pulled into something kind of…. scary. “Y/n is actually pretty cool, and you’d know that if you stopped being a spoiled, bitchy princess for a few seconds of your miserable existence and just talked to her.”

For a second, the collective table just looks at him while he goes knives out and directs it all at Leah. She shrinks under his gaze. Stacy’s hand drops off his shoulder and she scoots away. Even I’m kind of.. what’s the word? Not scared, exactly. Thrilled? Yeah, I think that’s it.

The chocolate lab is actually a rottweiler? What a turn of events.

Leo is also looking at Tommy like he’s seeing him for the first time.

Leah goes from scared to scowling. “I’d watch your mouth Tommy, or Mark will kick your ass.”

“Go get him,” Tommy nods, “let’s see.”

“Tommy,” I say his name, hoping to diffuse this.

He turns to me, and I expect him to keep the scowl, but he trades it for a kind smile. “It’s cool, y/n, let me handle these jealous bitches.” The last word ends on a curled horn point as he flips around to pin Leah with his psycho glare again.

“There a problem here, Tommy?” Right on cue, Mark steps up to our table like some kind of bouncer at club high school cafeteria. Jesus, not Prince Charming here, too.

“I think you should teach him a lesson, Mark,” Stacy says, grabbing Mark’s hand and standing beside him like she’s the First Lady and we are mere peons.

I can’t help it that my eyes are rolling.

“Yeah, there’s actually two problems,” Tommy tells Mark, also standing up to face him. And if I was mark, and mark was smart, personally I’d be a bit intimidated. Tommy’s got some height and bulk on him.

However, Mark is failing four subjects for a reason - he puffs out his chest, and stands toe to toe with Tommy.

Ugh, boys.

“Hey, you two.” Mr. Alan is walking towards our table, yelling and drawing the attention of the few people in the crowd we haven’t interested yet.

And I was actually starting to like being ignored.

“I suggest you boys agree to disagree before you both land yourselves in detention.”

Neither one of them even look at the teacher - they’re too busy staring one another down.

Mr. Alan places a warning hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Warneki, you hear me?”

The little standoff breaks up, but something in the way that they maintain eye contact even after Mark sits down across the cafeteria tells me it isn’t over.

“Hey,” I tell Tommy, “I don’t need your help, you know that?”

Tommy shrugs, looking at his milk carton instead of me. “Too bad.”

I start to open my mouth to say something to him, but he’s already up out of his seat and slamming through the cafeteria doors.

Leo sighs. “What crawled up his ass?”

I don’t see Tommy for the rest of the day, and it’s making me feel like a total shitbag. What kind of ungrateful person says that to someone after they just defended them?

Sure, to me it may have seemed like he was doing it out of pity, or to keep up appearances, but Tommy probably really did just want to defend his new friend.

And now he’s going to hate me. Awesome. This just proves the fact that I’m hard to get along with. The report cards and my dad are right.

Without Tommy, Leo and I don’t really have common ground, so we part ways awkwardly and don’t talk for the rest of the day. I’m isolated again because I can’t keep my fat mouth shut. Fantastic.

It’s a cool autumn day on my walk home from school, and I have my hands shoved in my pockets to keep them warm. I try to stop thinking about the friendships I could’ve had, but maybe my loner facade has finally come to an end, because I am pretty upset. There’s this heavy feeling in my ribs that makes me understand the term ‘heartache’ more than I’d like to.

I hear yelling from somewhere down the block. Sounds like a group of my classmates are antagonizing a fight. It makes sense - the shouts are coming from the old sugar plant, and that’s where people go for scheduled brawls. I punched Nate on the bus, because I don’t need plans, only my fists and rage.

I’m surprised no one has called the cops on these idiots yet. Has to be a big fight by the sounds of it, and the surrounding neighborhood is a village for older folks, so the cops usually do break it up sooner rather than later.

Tommy’s dad - one of the guys on the police force - got his arm broken last year when a kid tried to smash another kids head in and his foot accidentally landed on Mr. Warneki’s arm instead. I remember it was the only thing everyone could talk about at school the next day.

Tommy. I sigh, kick a rock, hoping it will bring me some sense of peace like it does in the movies, but I just feel bad still. Wait. Tommy. Mark. The fight.

I look down the street leading to the old building, trying to catch some of the words that the yelling voices are saying. Shit. Is Tommy fighting Mark?

I book it as fast as I can, which isn’t very fast at all.

By the time I make it to the crowd, I have to shoulder through to the middle, where Tommy is sitting on top of Mark and hitting him in the face - that’s a lot of blood. I’m not thinking about anything but this idiot going to jail when I tackle him off of the smaller guy.

He grabs me, too, and I fall on top of him, probably breaking his ribs and maybe his pointy pelvis while I’m at it.

But he doesn’t seem broken. He looks up at me, sweaty and red faced and mad - at first. Then, his face gets calmer, and he smiles. “Oh, hey, y/n.”

I don’t know what to say to him, so I roll off his body and land ass on ground, rubble digging through my jeans.

He sits up, still smiling pleasantly at me as if I’m not a huge asshole.

“I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else I can say.

“It’s fine,” Tommy says, waving me off. “I got it.”

Mark is still lying on the ground, and I would think that he’s dead if it wasn’t for the low groans of pain rolling from his swollen lips.

“Your dad’s gonna kill you, Tommy,” I tell him, looking away from the bloody scene.

I’m wrong, his dad does worse. He takes him, in handcuffs, down to the station where the rest of the group are gathered for questioning. Apparently Mark is not here because an ambulance took him away.

“He was crying like a bitch,” Amber says, making me cringe. Stacy and Leah are on the opposite side of the room, surprisingly not glaring or scowling at me. Not even looking my way at all. Strange.

When Tommy walks in with his hands cuffed behind his back, his dad leading him through the crowd, he looks at me and gives me a big, toothy grin.

I should think he’s a total idiot. I should be mad that he decided to play knight. I should be annoyed that he’s acting like he’s top dog. And I am all those things, but I’m also…. I’m flattered. I feel liked. I understand why he’s the usual hot topic of the girls in the locker room. I get why the popular crowd doesn’t pick on him. He’s actually a pretty good guy.

Man, I really hope he doesn’t go to Juvie or prison or something - that would suck for my conscience.

It takes almost all evening for the cops to talk to each one of us. I decide to tell them about Mark and Tommy in the lunch room, hoping that will help the big idiot’s case a little bit.

After I’m released, the sun is down and the heavy wind scatters colorful leaves across my shoes.

“Hey, y/n.” I turn around to see Tommy sitting on a sidewalk bench.

Oh, well, at least he’s free to go. I walk up and sit beside him. “You know,” I say, “you’re alright, Tommy.”

He giggles. “Well thanks. Same to you.”

“How’d it feel to hit him?” I ask, kinda wishing it was me that got to do it.

“Felt like I understood why you liked punching Nate.”

He makes me laugh. “Yeah. I am sorry, though. Are we still….. friends?” I keep telling myself that if he chooses to say no, I’ll be okay with it, but I feel my heart tearing at its seams already in anticipation of that.

He looks confused. “What? Yeah, of course.”

I try to not smile so big at him. I really do. But, I’m actually delighted. “Oh, cool.”

His grin is worrying. I only have a second to wonder what the cheeky look is for until he’s pulling me under his arm and messing up my hair. “Aw, you thought you could get rid of me?”

I roll my eyes, keep the smile that’s just getting bigger despite his gentle bullying, and grumble, “can you be anymore annoying?”

“Absolutely.”

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Young Gods master list

Character Over View

I had a little writers block so I made these to hopefully get my brain to work again 🖤

Bang Christopher Chan

nickname: Boss

works for his father

soft only for her

possessive

over protective

Bad boy

Good Heart

killer

Holds most things in

Confident

Quiet anger

devilish

loyal

black everything

humble

dominant

sports cars

whiskey on ice

Expensive suits

BDSM

Vouerism

Quote:

“The Devil and I get along just fine.”

Yi Nara “Nabi”

Daughter of a Mafia Boss

Korean

Nickname: Nabi meaning butterfly

College degree in business

Artist/painter to be exact but no one really knows that about her

Outspoken

Bratty

Free spirit

Sheltered

Passionate

Soft browns

Short skirts

Oversized sweaters

Long brown hair

Mousy

petite features

pouty lips

Best friends with Nam Chion - Sa

Princess complex

Rebellious

Chans Princess

Quote:

“He’s not perfect but he’s all I want.”

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Lee Minho

Parents were murdered

Nickname Lee Know

Knives over guns

very manipulative

sharp features

sharp eyes

Self proclaimed man whore

control

quiet most of the time

calm demeanor/angry eyes

jewelry on bare skin

Cats

Dark jeans

White dress shirts

Silk sheets

Teasing and Toys

Minajatwa

Mysterious

Quote:

“You are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”

Nam Chion - Sa

Lee Knows girl

Works for Nabi’s father

Nabi’s friend

Grew up with Nabi

Long Black hair

Eyes so dark they look black

Korean

Big almond eyes

Red lips

Guns

Martial arts

Smart

Cunning

Doesn’t trust anyone

Loyal to Nabi

Nickname: little devil

Only soft for him

Family: unknown

Quote:

“You’re cute but you’d look cuter with my legs over your shoulders.”

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Seo Changbin

Nickname: Binnie

the muscle

street fighter

prefers his hands more than weapons

brass knuckles

anger issues

stubborn

outgoing

talkative

Generous to the ones he loves

energetic

Soju

comes from old money

younger sister, Seo Jin-Ae

Rich parents

Black and red

Gym bro

Controlling but only in the bedroom

Quote:

“Didn’t I say no whining? Be a good girl.”

Byun Jiah

Changbins girl

Lives alone

Ballerina

Light pinks and whites

Lace

Bows

Coy

Korean and white

Blonde curly hair

Heart on her sleeve

Loyal

Divorced parents

Passionate

Dedicated

Can be jealous

Soft giggles

Tender touches

Nickname little one

Quote:

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”

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Hwang Hyunjin

older half brother (different fathers so different last names) to Jeongin

stoic

Blood

killer

chains

guns

Protective of his brother and members

knows he's handsome and uses it to his advantage

rarely shows any emotions unless it’s anger

Gin and Tonic

Selective

hard to get to know

Red satin

art exhibitions

orphan

dad is dead

mother is an alcholic

Sadism

Damaged

Quote:

“You look pretty with blood all over your face.”

Flora DuPont

Hyunjins girl

Mother dead

Father teacher

Moved to Seoul when she was 7

Originally from Paris, France

Good girl but only for him

Soft with a dark side

Sweet venom

smart ass

Poetry

Books

Music

Glasses

Dark hair

Dark eyes

Olive skin

Secrets

Middle class

Young demeanor

Likes trouble

Nickname: little monster

Quote:

“You’re important to me, you piece of shit!”

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Han Jisung

outgoing

funny

loud mouth

jokester

loves a good time

rarely serious

Huge flirt

closest with Chan and Binnie

weapons specialist

minimalist

private movie collection

black sheets

Submissive but only for her

soft lips

protective hugs

Uses humor to mask his feelings

Never knew his father

Mother left when he was five

Lived with his grandmother until he turned 18

Quote:

“A knife? Are you flirting with me?”

Tae Min - Ji

Hans girl

Doesn’t know where her parents are

Orphaned since birth

In business with Chun Mee

Lives with Chun Mee

Femme Fatale

sexy and she knows it

Grew up on the streets

Reds and blacks

Red hair

Red nails

Lace and leather

Stilettos

Dominant

curvy

Dirty mind

Cunning

Cigarettes

Nickname: little trouble

Quote:

“It’s only illegal if I get caught.”

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Lee Yongbok Felix

Felix

23 years old

Australian

Parents live in Australia

Big smiles

knows when to be serious

has a dark side

very touchy

Warm hugs

soft with his loved ones

hand to hand combat

trained in multiple martial arts

wealthy

praise kink

blues

satin

lace

easily jealous

The sun

Classical music

Quote:

“She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had.”

Seo Jin - Ae

changbins little sister

Felixs girl

Dancer

Bossy

Quiet

Reserved

Very close with her brother and members

Knows all about their business

Tomboy

Animal lover

Cute

Short

Passionate

Mature

The moon

Bite marks

Nickname: little Darling

Quote:

“ I want to scream his name.”

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Kim Seungmin

Runaway

thief

brutally honest

likes to create trouble

Jeongins best friend

angers easily

doesn't show it but feels things very deeply

has an "I don't care" disposition

likes to be alone a lot

possessive

Voyeurism/BDSM

bourbon

grey satin sheets

late nights

motorcycles

parents still together

Abusive father

Quote:

“I broke all my rules for that little tease.”

Chun Mee

Seungmins girl

Korean and Japanese

Long bleached blond hair

Street smart

Lives with Tae Min - Ji

Runs a small weed business

Smart

Bitchy

Sarcastic

Both parents are dead

Met Min-Ji in the orphanage she grew up in

On the taller side

Black and white

White wine

Simple street style

Doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s him

Quote:

“I saw magic in his eyes. Dirty, dark, beautiful magic.”

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Jeongin

youngest in the group

hacker

computer specialist

very smart

Hyunjins younger half brother

light hearted

Sweet smiles

innocent aura

dangerous

neck kisses

red roses

loves the cold

works the hardest

Feels like he has something to prove

Seungmins best friend

same mother as Hyunjin

Father drug addict

Ran away with Hyunjin when he joined Chan

Shy around her

Orgasm control

Quote:

“My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do?”

Iris Cheslyn

I.N.s girl

Dark skin

light eyes

black curly hair

American

Soft

Sweet

Calm

Has both parents

College student

Restless with current life

Knows nothing of the mafia world

Moved to Korea when she was 11

Beige and soft colors

Smiles a lot

Shy

Nickname: beauty

Quote:

“Please over use your intelligence. It’s insanely sexy.”

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❝𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

anakin skywalker x fem!oc

2nd person pov version: link

summary: seeing her cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to her if she were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to her, and his battalion can only fantasize about it.

MINORS DNI 18+

character(s): tcw!anakin skywalker, anatares (oc)

pov: 3rd person

word count: 4k

notes:

there are two versions of this fic! one in 2nd pov and this one in 3rd. i wrote both cos i know ppl have preferences

i do not condone the behavior shown by the characters i wrote, this is purely a fictional writing about something that is morally wrong in irl but hot for my own self indulgent purposes, do not allow real ppl to treat you this way without ur consent lmao. also i had to make up clone names bcos i didn’t want to use any existing clone names and risk mischaracterization

specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin.

warnings: please read

dead dove do not eat, established fwb relationship, lowkey clone slander, clones speaking about a woman sexually that theyre not involved with sexually, lowkey unedited, anakin skywalker having a filthy mouth with his clones, dirty foul mouthed vile delicious “locker room talk” towards love interest, clones bet whether or not general skywalker bangs love interest, ooc anakin, ooc clones, speaking explicitly and sexually about someone behind their back, also explicit content if that wasn’t already clear

“I’ve got something for you,”

Anatares had come here to exercise, but all she had done so far was play on her holo-tablet to find the right music for the occasion for ten minutes. She looked up at the sound of the voice, straightening her back when she realized who it was.

“General Skywalker,” she addressed him properly, since they were in public. From his attire, she guessed he was fitting this visit in between meetings. With a wave of his hand and a soft smile, he dismissed the title.

“Look,” His hand came out from behind his back, a long, wide blade revealed. “Don’t have much time, but this,” he lifted it into to eyeline, twirling it by its hilt in his grip, the overhead lights glinting off of it. “is a vibroblade.” He met her gaze, brow raised, proud of himself for acquiring it.

“It’s for me?” she asked, setting her tablet aside to stand, approaching him. He hummed in confirmation. For safety, he downturned the blade, handing it to her by the hilt. It was a fine sword, but she was confused, knitting her eyebrows together as she tested the weight of it in her hand. She glanced between him and the weapon questioningly. “Thanks, but I don’t usually… use stuff like this. Knives are more my speed this feels very…” she raised the sword, in a way she thought a pirate would, “‘swashbuckle-y.’” she dropped her arm. Anakin scoffed.

“You’ve been here a while, and we’ve run into plenty of siths by now. Figured it was high time to get you something to defend yourself with in close quarters.” He pointed a finger onto the weapon as he explained, “Watch,” His large hand came to fix atop hers on the hilt, and she inhaled. Her reaction went unnoticed as he brought his saber over, igniting it. The blades of both met each other, and Ana witnessed how the lightsaber didn’t cut through the vibroblade. “If things get hairy, and there’s no escape, you’ve got a backup plan.” They were hard to come across, Anakin was lucky to have this one, and he was relieved to be able to give it to Ana, smiling down at her expectantly for her answer.

Ana broke out of her impressed stupor. It was a thoughtful gift. The fact that she was untrained with a sword of this size arrested her from expressing her full gratitude. That, and the warmth of his hand was still on hers.

This fitness center was made out of a repurposed hangar so it was cavernous, with expansive floor space. It had the usual: weights, punching bags, a closed off shooting range, etc. There was a lot of unused area, and spare supplies would often be dropped off. A ways away, a few clones had escorted boxes of dry rations on a hoverboard, unloading it here until it was time to relocate it if there was room in the mess hall kitchen. Ko, a clone officer, sat a box down, before taking notice of a familiar head of hair across the room. “Hey, men,” he said through a grin, “is that General Skywalker over there with Anatares?” His comment caught the attentions of his fellow soldiers, halting what they were doing to spy.

“Ha! Skywalker,” Dice laughed, assumptions forming as to what their General was up to, “You don’t think he’s trying to butter her up, do you?”

“C’mon, guys,” Stringbean huffed, “I wanna get this over with.”

“Look, ‘Bean, they’re basically holding hands.” Copper pointed out, leaning against the cargo behind him and lulling his head in Stringbean’s direction. “Who’s gonna win the bet if we don’t pay attention?”

“Maybe making a bet about whether or not General Skywalker— a Jedi— is trying to get close to Anatares—“

“Ah, ah, ah!” Dice wagged his finger at Stringbean, correcting him, “Whether or not they fuck, ‘Bean.”

“Well, how are we supposed to tell?”

“By watching.” Ko hissed, warning them to hush up and pay attention to the pair over on the sparring mat.

Anatares bit her lip, meeting Anakin’s gaze who was unfaltering in his eye and physical contact. “I don’t know how to use a sword.” she admitted, her tone coming out meaner than she meant to, saying it like it should be obvious to him.

Anakin didn’t seem to notice it, “Here,” instead rounding her body to stand behind her. “I’ll show you.” Directing both of her hands onto the hilt, replacing both of his hands atop hers. He was such a wide shouldered man. That, and by doing this he curled and enveloped her almost completely. She swallowed thickly, letting him move her. There was no way that she didn’t note how strong he felt, how tall and toned with thick muscle he was. His rigid chest against her back, his flexed arms pressing into hers, his chin hovering over her shoulder, cheek against her hair— she felt dizzy with excitement. No doubt she’d ask for his help in relief later when it was time for ‘lights out’. She had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He changed her positioning effortlessly, angling the blade to the imaginary opponent, “You’ll block like this. Center yourself,” Impossible to center herself without thinking about shoving his cock into her center over and over— “When you attack, you’ll come down like this,” He raised their arms, bringing the sword down slowly, with purpose. When he stepped forward, his hips pressed into hers, and she stepped forward, not before feeling something familiar and half hard poking into her. A tingle traveled down her spine and she smirked. “If you can afford leaving yourself open, you can thrust,” Another step forward, and he shoved the blade into the air in front of them. Anatares hadn’t been listening at all— mind occupied with General Skywalker’s perfect body pressed up against hers, fitting together like puzzle pieces— but she perked up when he mentioned thrusting. She can very much afford to leave herself open right now, if only he had the time to properly reintroduce himself to the space between her legs. Overwhelmed, a deep blush bloomed onto her cheeks and ears.

A mischievous smile stretched out onto Copper’s lips, “Mates, is it just me or she turning red with ol’ Skywalker over there?”

Stringbean, forgetting his past protests at the notion he could be losing the bet, leaned forward, “No way,”

Dice rubbed his chin with his hand, “That she is, Copp, this is too good.”

“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Copper muttered, unable to deduce if it meant the General was making her uncomfortable, or she was attracted. She wasn’t pulling away at all.

“Oh, to be in his position,” Ko chuckled, the General had to be enjoying himself. Any of them would if they switched places.

Anatares cocked her head to look at Anakin, who’s gaze lingered on hers. He stepped away, his warmth leaving her when he detached, clearing his throat. “I’ll be sure to give you more formal lessons on it another time.” She hoped he would, turning to face him with a hand on her hip. “Obi Wan and I have already agreed to switch off sparring you. You should get experience with different fighting styles.” Beginning to walk backwards off the mat, “It won’t be easy! We’re gonna fight dirty, like a sith would. Okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around,” he said, pointing to her, voice growing in volume as he furthered from her.

Ana nodded at him with a knowing grin, shaking her head from his ramble. “Bye, bye, Skywalker,” She gave him a flirty wave as he dismissed himself. He faced forward, and the spying clones pretended to be busy.

“Officers,” Anakin nodded at them in acknowledgment as he walked past, “I’ll see you guys later for deployment?”

Ko nodded back, saluting, “‘Course, General.”

Dice managed to slow Anakin’s stride, unloading the last bit of cargo and leaning his hand on it, “Oi, Skywalker, I saw you getting all up close and personal with Anatares over there. Seemed cozy.” It was his special interest in poking at things his fellow soldiers thought it best to leave alone. Especially because they didn’t want their commanding officer to know they’d been spying on him.

Anakin didn’t think anything of it, expecting observation in a public area, especially when Anatares was involved. “Just showing her some moves, that’s all.” he answered innocently, moving on to get ready for his next mission.

The men’s heads followed him as he scampered off. This was all too fishy. Copper hummed lowly, “Oh, he showed her a couple of moves, alright.” Stringbean hit his shoulder with the back of his hand playfully.

“We don’t know that yet.”

Ko scoffed, “He’s trying to move in on her.” He was certain.

None of them knew he had already moved in on her, countless times.

Their deployment was within the hour. Tasked with bringing aid to a neutral planet in order to secure their alliance with the Republic. The troops expected a resistance from the opposers, which didn’t bode well for their moods. There always was a hill to climb in order to reach victory, it was the hill that proved fatal for some. The clone troops were prepared to lay down their life for their cause, but they preferred not to focus on the possible tragedy awaiting them. Instead, they sought distractions. Distractions that made them feel normal, like there wasn’t a war occurring, that they weren’t waddling in the trenches of it.

This squad (who affectionately referred to themselves as the “Groundhog” squadron) swapped stories, knowing this would be a long ride in a shuttle, having entered the atmosphere of the planet. Their helmets in their hands or underneath their arms, seemingly reminding everyone how human they were. The conversation served its purpose, taking the men’s weight off. Anakin leaned onto the wall of the shuttle, eyes closed as he attempted a crude form of meditation. Jokes were cracked when they got onto the subject of what they’d do after the war, but nobody pointed out it was wishful thinking. Having a lover, or a wife, was a common fantasy amongst the group.

Stringbean hops up to sit on some armory cargo, resting his blaster on safety beside him. “Maker to think…” he voices his thought aloud, picking up his leg so he can rest his elbow on his knee, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Having a plot of land to myself. A family. That’d be the life.”

Copper piped up, “I don’t even care about the family part, ‘Bean, sign me up for a wife.” It makes the other clones chuckle with him.

“Ah, a wife…” Ko sighed in content from the idea, fixing his back against the cargo and resting his head back. “… beautiful woman, got a good head on her shoulders, capable, resilient. Sharing a home with her would be the dream.” Imagining it, his fantasized wife, and Anatares’ face surfaced in his mind. It didn’t necessarily surprise him. Visualizing her offer him a meat pie she prepared for him was doing something to him.

Dice snickered, “It’s been a while since you troops’ve been laid.” Anakin smirked to himself. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping but he couldn’t help it when he felt so proud to have gotten some this morning. The officers didn’t take notice, continuing their conversation. Dice copied Stringbean, jumping up onto a box to sit, but crossed his arms. “Hell,” he scoffed, “it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid,”

“Well there’s slim pickin’s in our line of work, Dice, don’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself.” Copper patted him firmly on the shoulder, and Dice nodded knowingly, elbowing him back.

“Let’s see,” Ko started counting on his fingers, “there’s a bunch of Jedi,”

“Bunch’a prudes, more like. No offense, General,” Dice chimed in. Anakin waved his hand dismissively, downturning his lips, knowing he was probably the only one in this battalion getting any tail.

“None taken,” The Jedi insisted, without breaking his meditation.

“But it’s not like we’re not a ‘bunch’a prudes’ ourselves,” Stringbean interjected, outstretching his hands in a defensive gesture, and it earns him a laugh from the squad.

“I hear that.”

Anakin shook his head with a smile, unable to steel himself from listening in.

“Alright, so we’ve got the prudish Jedi, our fellow Clone brothers, and…” A smirk stretched out onto Copper’s lips as he finished the sentence Stringbean started, “Anatares,”

A chorus sounded of groans, chuckles, sighs, filthy comments amongst the troop… She was a popular subject revisited yet again by the squadron. Anakin peeked open an eye, observing his soldiers’ reactions to his informant-turned-commander, who begs for his cock almost every night.

“Don’t get me started on Anatares,”

“The things I’d let her do to me,”

“Oh, the things I’d do to her if she’d let me,” A clone responded with a dark snicker.

“It’s like she doesn’t even know she drives me crazy.”

“Oi, you’re not the only one, mate.”

Anakin closed his eye before someone caught him spying. It was best to stay as far removed as possible.

“Stringbean, go back to that farm fantasy of yours.” The men wanted to hear it again, and Stringbean added a revision.

“Like I said, just a plot of land to myself.” ‘Bean gazed at the ceiling, visualizing his regaled tale in his mind’s eye. “Anatares as my spoil of war,” These touch starved army men exhaling at the wording made Anakin scoff silently through his nose. War deranged men, showed their true, darker selves, and the Jedi witnessed it firsthand. Experienced it himself. The urge to step in rose in Anakin’s chest, but he denied it. He wanted to hear what these depraved creatures really thought of his lover. As if imagining it themselves, the boys followed Stringbean’s example and looked to the ceiling. “We’ve got two kids: a boy and a girl. Ana and I share yard work, and at the end of the day, cook dinner together—“

“Oi, get to the good part!” Dice jeered, and some men snickered.

“Okay, okay,” Stringbean grins sheepishly, motioning with his hands to settle down. It seemed his fantasy was seeping into Anakin as well. “After dinner— kids asleep— we start cleaning up. She’s doing dishes, I’m clearing the table. I get a look of her in that apron,” Some guys suck in a breath. Anakin cocked his head, furrowed his brows, and exhaled through his pursed lips at the image of Ana in a little apron and nothing else. “Can’t help myself. Come up behind her, start fondling her. Then I nail her on the kitchen table.”

“Stringbean, you dog!” A clone shouted, and the troopers began weakly beating on him, tossing their helmets at ‘Bean while he grinned and flinched, knowing he deserved it. Being the first one to spell out a dirty fantasy meant facing certain scrutiny.

Once they had settled down, Copper wanted to share, outstretching his arms to gesture the men to quiet. “Alright, alright, that reminds me, lads.” he introduced, dropping his arms once he’d gotten everyone’s attention. “There was one day I got ahead of myself in training, Anatares was there. Picked me up, dusted me off, brought me down to the medical bay. That night?” He raised a brow, cupping his chin in his hand, “I had the filthiest dream about her.” Being watched with bated breaths, he wasn’t sure if he should even tell this story.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” A clone told him incredulously, but it was all in good fun.

Copper went on, “I dreamt she snuck into my room, told me she couldn’t stay away from me. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, kept palming me through my pants.”

Anakin recalled an exact moment when she told him the same thing, did the same thing to him when he was recovering in the medical bay. He knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip to keep from saying anything.

“Got excited. She took care of me, sucked on me a bit, mounted and rode me ‘til I had nothing left. Fat tits bouncing. I’m surprised I contained myself while I was sleepin’.” Copper finished, leaning his elbow against the cargo.

Dice dissolved into laughter, pointing to Copper and looking amongst the group, “Mate says he’s surprised he didn’t jizz himself like a teenager,” The group followed Dice’s suit, laughing, including Copper.

Anakin felt himself perspire because he was stuck on the imagery of “Ana’s fat tits bouncing”. He swallowed thickly.

“Oi, the body on that broad, eh?” Dice reminisced, “Went to the fitness center and she was there. Had on a little bra, barely strapped in that chest of hers,” He cupped the air around his chest comically, he bounced his hands, causing a few snickers. “She didn’t notice me practically drooling like a hound. She’s glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She’s jumping rope and I can’t tear my eyes away… the tightest yoga pants I’ve ever seen, if she bent over bet I could see her pretty little hole. The woman’s gotta know what she’s doing to us,”

Anakin, like the rest of these sleazy soldiers, was visualizing the whole damn thing. Except he knows he tore apart those yoga pants as soon as he saw her bent over in front of him. Of course she was pissed at him for it, but knowing now all these filthy perverts were waiting for the day she’d wear ‘em? He was glad he did it. Put them to one last good use getting her nice and wet for his cock. To hide his guilt, he rested his hand over his face.

“Hourglass figure, wit as sharp as a tack, looks that could kill, I wish she’d get over that crush she’s got already and get with a real man.” A clone added and an intrigued smile broke out onto Anakin’s lips, concealed by his hand.

“A crush? No way,”

“Say it ain’t so,”

“It’s obvious! A woman like that hasn’t hopped on anyone’s dick since she got here— and we’re all strapping young men— I’m tellin’ ya, girl’s hung up.”

“I could make her forget him. Gimme one night with her, she’ll forget he even existed.”

Anakin scoffed. That was highly doubtful.

“What about you, Ko? What do you think of Anatares?”

“What’s to say that hasn’t already been said?” Ko shrugged, but the encouragement from his squad changed his mind. “I just wanna stick my dick in that cleavage. C’mon, you all have seen it. She displays it like she wants attention,” he spoke defensively, as if he had a case to defend, “Wonder if she likes being called a slut.”

She does. Anakin thought with a smile.

“Wonder if she is a slut.” Dice leaned back against the cargo with a wolfish grin.

She is. Anakin thought in response once more, smile widening.

Anakin wrestled with himself. On one hand, he could join the conversation, bond with these disgusting depraved men and their dark fantasies, or stay indifferent and detached. He knew that war changed people, and this was an outlet. They weren’t interested in taking advantage of someone when they were bred to be docile and trained to protect the innocent. Anatares was particularly extroverted, and a bit of a tease— he had learned that first hand. Her flirtatious speech was smooth and confident, and she moved in an aesthetically poised manner, Anakin found her beautiful no matter what she did. Unashamed to admit he’s gotten stiff watching her fight alongside him on the battlefield. No wonder her image fell victim to this merry band of neglected soldiers. Attractive and available so she had become a popular, relatable object of fantasy. A prize to focus on to get through tough times, to get through the possibility of dying tomorrow. Never in a million years would he justify it, but he could understand it. Especially because he could hear his praise of Anatares through the voices of these men. He could sense their intent. None of them, would cause her physical harm. Briefly, he pondered if Anatares sired these feelings in them on purpose, knowing the gross comments they made with each other when they were alone. An image of her getting off to it flashed in Anakin’s mind. It wasn’t far off from her personality to pleasure herself to the idea of power.

“Oi, awfully quiet back there, eh, Skywalker?” Dice called, and Anakin looked at him. “We didn’t scare you or nothin’, did we?” On the contrary.

“No, just listening.” The Jedi replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs as he settled against the hull wall.

Dice wanted to ask if Jedi had dirty thoughts too, but he didn’t want to shatter the illusion that Anakin was one of them— human— if he answered no. Sometimes they liked to pretend Anakin was not a peacekeeper, did not adhere to an oath, in a way Anakin liked to pretend that too.

“You ever get off to the thought of Anatares, General Skywalker?” Stringbean blurted out, breaking the silence. Immediately, the platoon scolded him playfully.

Anakin pinched his chin, “Anatares, you say?” Yes, he has. Yes, indeed, he has. More than he cared to admit. More than he thought a Jedi ever should. “Oh! You mean Commander Tares,” He pushed off the wall, leisurely striding to the center of the group. His inflated ego had gotten to him, having completely overshadowed his more jealous traits ages ago. His tone and correction of her title made his squad nervous, and they watched with bated breath. They questioned if he was cross with them.

“I wouldn’t say,” Anakin started, a mischievous glint in his eye. He folded his arms behind his back, pacing as he noticed their worried looks. Maker, he wished he could tell them, witness their reactions when he tells them he’s been banging the “broad” they fantasize their filthy little minds about when they’re alone. His head was so big it was a mystery how it fit into the hull of this ship.

“We know you’ve got a little soft spot for her, sir, it’s obvious.” Copper ached to break the tension, and he desperately moved it into the direction necessary for him to win the bet. “We’ve all got one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” The clones averted their gazes from the Jedi once he spoke, shuffling nervously in place. “but Maker, if I were simply a man, I’d do whatever it took to make her mine.”

Grins broke out on their faces at the fact Anakin played a trick on them, and some cheered their agreement with his case.

“Isn’t she other-worldly?”

“Extremely.” Anakin replied.

“She makes it so hard—“

“Maker, don’t I know it…” Anakin mused, reminiscing how hard she makes his cock rather than what the clone was referring to.

“Has she ever hit on you, sir?”

“Oh, all the time. She’s shameless.” And Anakin meant shameless. Downright blasphemous, the words that would come out of that pretty mouth of hers.

“Easy?” One clone asked with hope.

Anakin gave him a look. “It wouldn’t be a problem for me either way.” he responded smugly, acting out the role of the indifferent Jedi who’s confident he could get her if he really wanted to.

His battalion goes wild over the fact their leader is in on their little crush. Like they brought him down to their hellish level, innocent from the knowledge Anakin has put the body they covet the most in every position and every location. Painted her with his cum countless times. Has witnessed her pleading gaze and expression twisted in pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside of her.

General Skywalker rode on that ego high, “Gentlemen, nothing quite like comin’ home from a battle, and Anatares greeting you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.” He stood in the middle while his clones cheered thinking about that imagery, thinking their general is merely joining the conversation, and making it all up.

To keep the charade going, to find out more about how Anakin really felt about Ana, Ko yelled out, “Skywalker!” Anakin hummed in response. “Fuck, marry, kill: Anatares, Master Luminara, and that cute Pantoran Senator Chuchi,”

At the mention, the other clones joined into the game, muttering their answers in a big jumble. Anakin waited his turn to speak, “C’mon,”

“Don’t be like that, it’s just a game.” Ko assured, moving to sit at the edge of the cargo.

“Alright, alright. Let me think. Okay, one’s easy: Marry Anatares. Make her my little trophy wife.”

Like a pack of hyenas, they chittered with laughter.

“Sir? You wouldn’t wanna just ’fuck’?” The question was asked to serve a purpose, to nail in the bet.

“Why would I want to fuck once, when we’re hitched I get to fuck always?” Anakin answered. Once the hollering died down, he added. “Doesn’t matter the time of day. She shouldn’t be walking around with an ass like that if she didn’t want it split open twenty-four-seven.”

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rose-riot-johnson · 10 months

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Hey my Tumblr Peeps👋😃 After the 1st fanfic I have written about Spinner I did end up discovering more fanfics about him🦎 So, even tough I discovered more fanfics with Spinner in it after completing on writing the first fanfic I've ever written about him, I would like to imagine Spinner and some other My Hero Academia Characters (those I have written about and those I haven't written about) who I haven't recall discovered fanfics pertaining the characters getting drunk (or tipsy). While it's rare I write about characters or the reader getting drunk or I do head cannon(?) with multiple characters (which I have done a Punch Man head cannon pertaining 5 to 6 characters in it, before), however I do wanna shake things up with this fanfic and decided to work on a head cannon(?) type character with multiple characters in it😃 When I do say adult pertaining a character it means 21, so any character who's under 21, I makesure I label them as adults to makesure I write all characters as adults🍾🍸🥃Some characters, if not most I picked randomly.

🍸Good Drinkers🍸(Every My Hero Academia Character In This Head Cannon(?) fanfic x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Head cannon(?), Fluff, Drunken Fluff (Warning ⚠️: Alcohol reference, Drunk (character))(and drunk reader in one of the the character parts of this fanfic), Harassment, and Anything depending on the reader's imagination.

(Adult) Spinner (aka, Shuichi Iguchi)

*Spinner doesn't usually drink often, however when he drinks he's okay with beer and hard liquor, however he does prefer wine coolers and with any liquor he also prefers, creamy or fruity or both. With his taste in alcohol, he rather have wine coolers and creamy and/or fruity liquors more than other liquors and beer, because of the taste mainly, and he tends to get atleast tipsy easily with just one of the wine coolers and creamy and/or fruity liquors alone. If there are no other alcoholic drinks available aside from beer and/or hard liquor he will drink them.

*When Spinner gets atleast tipsy, if not wasted, from drinking the alcohol he was drinking, he's actually a happy drunk. He's also super giggly when having fun. He's also better at opening up about his feelings about you, as well. He's more affectionate with you, no matter if it's private or public, at the same time will have some respect for you and your boundaries, even when he does get blackout, wasted from alcohol.

*While sober Spinner is shy unless he's protective, just because he tends to be a hilarious happy not so shy drunk, doesn't mean that he won't protect you. If he does see another person try to touch you in a inappropriate when you told them to back off and stop it and they continue to disrespect you, he will not hesitate to intervene and threaten them, if they don't leave you alone, then he shows them one of his small sharp knives he has with him (just incase he needs to protect you in anyway), then they left you alone. Spinner would then apologize to you, then you would tell him it's fine and that he's only protecting you. You just mean the world to him.

*Spinner will then offer to carry you home. If you decline, he will be okay with that. When he walks with you, you help hold him on your way home with him. After getting home you decided to take care of him, even though he wanted to take care of you as well. After you put him in bed and went on the bed too. (The rest of the night depends on the reader's imagination).

⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About⭐

(Adult) Camie Utsushimi

*Camie isn't into hard drinks that much, unless it's fireball and prefers the creamier alcoholic beverages, and certain mixed drinks (which fire ball, creamy alcoholic drinks, and certain mixed drinks are the most she will drink when it comes to hard alcoholic beverages). She just loves the cinnamon taste, and/or sweetness, and/or creaminess when it comes to alcoholic beverages. That's basically what her taste in alcohol would be.

*Just in one glass of any alcohol she drinks, she seems to get drunk alread, no matter if she chugs it or if she takes her time with it. She's a happy drunk, however surprisingly she doesn't flirt with anyone, unless it's you while she's drunk, considering she tends to be a flirt, while she's sober. Aside from that and stumbles while trying to walk by herself, there's really not much comparison between sober Camie and drunk Camie, otherwise.

*You ended up carrying her home, because everytime she's drunk you get the feeling she will get a hangover an hour after she starts to get drunk. When you got home, her hangover ended up starting, so you ended up taking care of her, especially with anything you have and/or can do to take care of her hangover. Everytime she does sober up she won't have any memory that she even got drunk at all.

⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About⭐

(Adult) Mina Ashido

*Mina, is one of those girls who favor the fruit flavored alcoholic beverages, however her favorite alcoholic beverage are wine coolers, especially any type of berry wine coolers. She outright hates beer, however she will tolerate other alcoholic drinks otherwise. She still rather have her favorite flavor wine coolers, tough.

*When Mina does get tipsy, she's gets very giggly and blushes every time she giggles. She's definitely more of a cuddly type with you. Luckily for Mina, she's someone who will drink atleast water before and after she gets tipsy. It's just when she knows she starts to get tipsy, she will wait until she sobers up before she goes back to drinking in the same night. She does know when to stop drinking alcohol for the night tough.

*Mina does like to makesure to keep her hangover prevented, because of the first time she was drunk and she doesn't want to get you worried about her. So, with her hangovers she does tend to overthink about. When you and Mina are home, she can makesure you are tooken cared of while she keeps sure that she takes care of herself to makesure of no signs of hangover occurs on her end.

Gang Orca (Aka, Kugo Sakamata)

*Gang Orca will likely drink any alcohol, however without you around him, he reay prefers not to drink much, if at all. He feels safer with you around when he drinks, and he prefers to drink whatever you drink, that goes for mixed drinks as well.

*When Gang Orca gets tipsy, he will be more smitten with you than usual. He also shows his goofy side more, mainly with you. While he tends to be a little perverted with you, he will also have some respect about it.

*If Gang Orca sees anyone he gets bad vibes about, he is definitely protective over you. However, since he rather avoid confrontation while tipsy, he will ask if you're ready to leave or go home in the nicest way possible to cue you out of the (bar and/or night club). He really wants to protect you without having to beat someone up, if they were to try to take you away from him.

* Once you and Orca walk to your shared home with him, he somehow, instantly, sobers up. You still decided to take care of him while he takes care of you in return. You didn't know he sobered up until either he tells you or that he's not showing off his goofy side in front of you.

⭐New Character For Me To Write About ⭐

Edgeshot (Aka, Shinya Kamihara)

*Edgeshot isn't exactly a beer drinker, however he will drink about any alcoholic beverage, otherwise. It does seem like his favorite alcoholic beverages are sake and wine (especially red wine). He loves sake and red wine so much he's willing to have one glass of each.

*When Edgeshot ends up drinking one glass of red wine and one glass of sake, he will start to feel buzzed. He's more of a social drunk, a blushy drunk, and a drunk flirt with only you. Yes, he flirts occasionally and never flirts with anyone else otherwise sober, however he flirts with you non-stop, he's more affectionate than usual, and confesses his feelings for you more (while blushing), he will also wait for you to make the first move on him and he still will respect you while drunk, as much as he does, when sober.

*If anyone else does dare to try to disrespect or hit on you, Edgeshot will give them a warning that if they don't leave you alone he will knock them outcold, while he's drunk, which sometimes he ended up having to do when they don't cooperate with him on his warning. He's not a mean nor a fighting drunk. He just wants to keep you safe.

*Edgeshot will definitely carry you home. He is definitely more successful with carrying you drunk, than he would with carrying you home sober. When you go to try to take care of him, he ends up making sure he takes care of you instead, that includes tucking you in the bed, if you want. So, he will definitely be more than happy spoil you and wait on you non-stop when he's drunk, and just because he respects, doesn't mean he will listen to you on waiting on you, even if you pleaded to him on trying to convince him to even let you take care of him. He just loves you that much.

⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About⭐

Selkie (aka, Kainan Hīrō Serukī (according to what I googled search🤷‍♀️)

*Selkie is one of those occasional drinkers who will drink about anything (beer Included), as long as, it's not eighty proof or higher. So, he's otherwise not really picky on alcohol really. And when he does plan on drinking he would like for his other sidekicks (and/or crewmates) and ofcourse you to party with him.

*Selkie might maybe be pretty funny (depending on the characters preference about how he poses and stuff) when sober, however when Selkie is drunk, he's definitely a hilarious drunk and there are times when he does get drunk, you get drunk right with him, tough you try to not get as drunk as he is, because you know he tends to get a bad hangover the next morning, so you're not sure how he is able to be okay with having such a bad hangover. His alcohol tolerance might be why his taste in alcohol is the way it is. If he drinks a sip or a shot of any alcohol that's about eighty proof or more would definitely make him gag instantly and he feels it's not fun to drink alcohol that makes (atleast) him gag instantly.

* You and his sidekicks (and/or crewmates) took care of him, and you watchover him everytime he gets drunk and a hangover. When he wakes up and realizes that he has a hangover he thinks it's worth it. And he's happy you're watching over him, because he knows he's in safe hands when it comes to his hangover. You and Selkie also know this fact: Selkie would have done the same for him, if you ended up with a bad hangover and he had to take care of you. He really is happy to see you anytime of the day.

(Adult) Tamaki Amajiki (Aka Suneater)

*When it comes to alcohol Tamaki's a low-key drinker, so you're the only one who knows that he drinks alcohol. So, he prefers to be inside of his place or inside your place when he drinks, until you and Tamaki lived together, then he low-key drinks at your place. Even tough he also doesn't drink alcohol often, when does, he rather drink fruit flavored alcohol beverages that tastes, as long as it's not strong on alcohol (higher the proof the stronger the alcohol will taste and feel to him), so if it's alcoholic beverage tastes and feels strong while it's at a certain percentage (or proof) and or higher, it will taste nasty to him and will make him gag.

*When Tamaki gets drunk off of the alcoholic beverage of his choice, he actually feels more confident than he does when he's sober, ironically. He confesses his hopes and dreams about your relationship with him and also with any from of affection and/or intimacy, he rather you make the first move on him for rather not be pushy with you. When you make the first move on him with (any form of affection and/or intimacy depending on the reader's imagination), he makes his move back with you, which made him blush and happy.

*Right after you and Tamaki got done with (any form of affection and/or intimacy depending on the reader's imagination), Tamaki is the type to hold you in a cuddling fashion, then he will ask you to hold him the same way (if not similar). He will be falling asleep right away, once you start holding him a similar way. He is the type who will have a weeks worth of a hangover after waking up at the time he wakes up. You obviously wake up to cook him breakfast and prepare to give him any medicine and or anything you have you have for his hangover, before he wakes up.

The End

Well my Tumblr Peeps, I do hope you enjoy this multi character fanfic. While I did us my imagination with some, if not most of the head cannon(?) with each character, however I decided to let the reader use their imagination atleast a little bit to make the fanfic a little fun for the reader as well😃👍

#drunk mha characters x reader #spinnermha #bnha spinner #camie utsushimi #utsushimi camie #ashido mina #mina ashido #gang orca #kugo sakamata #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #selkie #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki #reader

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Some more BTVS AU. Meet Lilith the Watcher-in-Training. Part IV in this universe. Find the rest here.

Beatrice runs the towel over her face and the back of her neck before stretching her arms, watching as Lilith moves from the punching bag toward the small table near the back of the room, examining the glinting metal neatly laid out before her. Her fingers roam for a moment, and then her choice, small and black and deadly, flies at Beatrice.

She gives no warning, but she doesn’t need to; Beatrice dodges it and the five that follow with little effort.

“She’s a menace.” A new set, longer blades, less time between release. “She’s a danger to herself and everyone else, and she doesn’t care.”

“She’s a new slayer.”

Beatrice catches the knife Lilith throws at her in a somewhat showy move—because she can, because she’s becoming annoyed at this conversation, at Lilith, at her own instinct to defend the girl whose sole contribution to her life so far has been entirely unappreciated chaos.

Lilith scoffs. “You were never like this.” Halfway through her sentence she releases another knife which Beatrice, still feeling a bit petty, catches in her left hand as though it’s nothing. “She doesn’t take anything seriously. She has no idea what she’s doing, and we’re all going to pay for her idiocy.”

“She needs time to adjust. She needs training.” She punctuates this point with a throw, the knife lodging itself in the center of the wooden bullseye behind Lilith, deep enough that Beatrice hears a crack. The second follows immediately after, embedding in the skull of the dummy to Lilith’s left.

“Well, at least we agree on that.”

Lilith ignores the knives Beatrice has thrown, moves to the stash of weapons in the umbrella stand to the right of the back door and lifts a practice bo, testing its weight before leaning it against the wall and pulling a second. Beatrice walks the distance between them and waits for Lilith to present her with a staff, twirls it experimentally while Lilith fetches the blindfold. She’s given her the lighter of the two, likely because she knows Beatrice prefers the heavier. She rolls her eyes.

She’s tempted to lie to Lilith as she fastens the blindfold around Beatrice’s eyes, to give herself enough light to make the exercise pointless, down Lilith a few times, force her to call training early. She doesn’t. She knows better. Training is the best use of her time, and Lilith is a dedicated and able partner. This is where she is meant to be. Whatever desire she feels to be elsewhere is not worth the cost.

Still, it takes more than a moment to convince herself of this, to push aside thoughts of Mary and Camila and a movie night, and she knows why. She can pinpoint the source of the uncharacteristic temptation—a newly minted slayer slouched against the railing of the stairwell in the library, working steadily through a blue bag of Doritos that she occasionally offers to Beatrice with a lazy grin, gray zip hoodie slipping perpetually from one shoulder. Ava Silva. Chaos.

She blocks a blow from Lilith, who has circled to her right, strikes out and feels the press of Lilith’s bo against her own. She tries to focus on the training, finds it frustratingly difficult.

Lilith isn’t wrong, of course. Ava doesn’t seem to take this seriously enough, and it is dangerous, for her and for all of them, for a slayer to be so blasé about her duties. But from what Beatrice has been able to glean (admittedly not much), Ava grew up in difficult circumstances and has been on her own for a long time. She had no idea she was a potential slayer, and then, not even a month into her tenure, she was forced to kill the watcher sent by the Council after a particularly vicious vampire turned her.

Beatrice hadn’t been identified as a potential, but she had a background that lent itself surprisingly well to the duties of a slayer. She was a talented athlete with a love of martial arts and access to incredible trainers and resources. She had been educated at some of the best schools in Europe. She trained her body and her mind because she wanted to be useful and because she was unwilling to waste what had been given to her. If she was totally honest, she was also trying very hard to make up for…other failures in the eyes of her parents. But that was neither here nor there at this point.

She hadn’t been a potential, but she had been, in a series of incredibly fortunate coincidences, rather well-prepared.

Of course, she hadn’t been as well-prepared as Lilith. No one had been as well-prepared as Lilith.

While the Council can never tell with total certainty, a prophecy and a particularly strong set of readings from the most accurate coven in England had predicted that Lilith would be next. Lilith, whose family had been involved in the Council for centuries. Lilith, who gave her entire life to training for the responsibility. Lilith, who from the time she was ten years old had been told that she would carry the mantle and could not disappoint her family.

And then Beatrice had been chosen, and Lilith had become nothing more than another watcher.

She had been cold enough on her eventual arrival that Superion had held Beatrice after training one night and explained, pained and stilted, the bones of Lilith’s background. She and Lilith weren’t friends, but Beatrice understood. Understood the pressure and what it felt like to be a disappointment. Understood why Lilith hadn’t come to join Superion until more than a month into Beatrice’s time on the hellmouth, why she hadn’t wanted to speak to Beatrice beyond what was absolutely necessary for the first few weeks she had been here.

She had felt relief and compassion when, one night after she had the wind knocked from her yet again, Lilith finally accepted Beatrice’s hand up and said, brushing vampire dust from her slacks, “I’m quite hungry. Is there anywhere here that serves anything remotely edible at this hour?” She had scowled at the hamburger on offer down the street from Beatrice’s apartment but had eaten the entire thing.

They had been making progress since then. They understand each other. They take their work seriously. They have tea, sometimes, on the balcony of Lilith’s apartment, each with a book and an appreciation for silence.

Enter Ava Silva. Bright and vibrating and reckless. Untrained and uninterested in being anyone’s soldier. Joyful. Generous. Alive. And, somehow, a slayer.

For Lilith, it’s a bridge too far, and for Beatrice, it’s a heap of confusing feelings that she cannot seem to shake. There’s a growing part of her that does not seem to want to shake them at all, that worms itself out through her fingertips, reaching to tug that gray hoodie back into place, forcing the logical part of her to abort the overly familiar action so close to completion that she has no option but to act as though she’s reaching for a cool ranch Dorito.

She brings herself back to the present as Lilith comes uncomfortably close to her ankle.

“I don’t know why you’re defending her.” A jump, a counterstrike, the whoosh of Lilith’s exhale as Beatrice makes contact with her ribcage. A deep breath and she continues, “You’re the one she’s going to get killed.” The clack of staffs meeting between them. “The best we can hope for is that she manages to get herself killed first.”

Something boils over in Beatrice then. She stills, takes a split second to gauge where Lilith’s bo will be, and catches it in her hand. She pulls, hard, and feels Lilith shift her weight, trying to use her momentum against Beatrice, but Beatrice is no longer in the mood. A flip, a grunt, and Lilith is pinned as Beatrice takes the blindfold off of her eyes and glares down at the girl beneath her.

Lilith’s pupils widen slightly at Beatrice’s expression, and her breath catches, though she tries to hide it. Beatrice relieves a small amount of the pressure of her knee from Lilith’s sternum but does not relax the grip she has on her hands. She doesn’t often allow herself to do this, make the difference in their strength this apparent. She has never wanted to be a bully. She still doesn’t. But she is a slayer, in the end, and the monster in her will not be quiet as Lilith speaks Ava’s death into the world. Calls it their best hope.

“She’s a slayer, the same as me. You want to be a watcher, so be one. It’s your job to make sure neither of us gets killed.” They both hear the words she’s not saying, and although Beatrice won’t be cruel, she will be clear. She says, the fragile human bones of Lilith’s wrists in her hands and her racing heart loud in Beatrice’s ears, “Do your job, Lilith, so that I can do mine.”

Lilith’s eyes harden and Beatrice lets go, comfortable in the knowledge that they understand each other for the moment. She pushes up and Lilith takes her offered hand, retrieves the heavier bo and hands it to Beatrice before leaning back down for the blindfold.

“Again.”

#warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun fic #btvs au #sister lilith

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Big Deal headcanons!

Jake loves hugging and touching his friends. A random squeeze on the shoulder here, a pat on the back there, a little hand holding too and some hair ruffling. He always does it when he feels safe enough to do so. Nobody is safe from him, unless they tell him outright that they don’t like hugs or to be touched.

When Big Deal was at its best, Samuel got a a small tattoo on his back representing Big Deal and one representing Jake. He never told anyone about it and he will take it to his grave. Its still leaves a very bittersweet feeling in his chest when he thinks about it.

Jerry loves animals, especially cats. He always wanted to have one but before big deal he was too young take care of one and after joining he didn’t want to waste money for the necessitates of having one. When he has some free time he likes to hang out in places where there are many strays. He can spend hours just petting them.

Sinu hates horror moves with zombies or ghosts in them with passion and refuses to watch them. He gets scared of them very easily and prefers to forget that they even exist. Once Jake managed to convince him to watch one with him and rest of Big Deal. When the first jump-scare arrived, he let out very high pitched scream and punched the TV screen. It broke. Everybody laughed at that and Sinu took offense to that and gave silent treatment to everyone in Big Deal for a week. (Samuel never let it go and from time to time liked to remind him of it.)

Brad dislikes having long hair. His hair was very rough and stiff so anytime he touched it, the sensation was horrible for him. He first dealt with it by braiding his hair but after some time he couldn’t stand even that. He then decided to just shave it off. And now he likes the way he looks without it.

Jason is a writer. He likes to write poems and short stories. He has at least 10 notebooks full of his writing. He doesn’t like talking about it because he thinks he isn’t very good at it and gets a little self-conscious about it. To this day Sinu was the only one who knows about it and he only found out by accident. He walked in on Jason writing down a poem and they talked a little about it. It ended with Sinu promising not to tell anyone about it.

When Lineman first got his tattoos the fact that they were only lines was something he didn’t want, but he didn’t have enough money to pay for coloring them. Before meeting Jake he was a little embarrassed about them and secretly gathering money to fill them up. He stopped thinking about it after meeting Jake for the first time.

Lua Im is very good with knives. After joining Big Deal and finding out she was very bad at hand to hand combat she got depressed about her inability to save herself if she ever finds herself in danger. But after some time she saw a video on youtube that discussed the use of knives in a fight and decided to give it a try. She soon found out she was pretty good at it and started training for self defense. Soon after she started to carry a pocket knife with her. She hopes the time she has to use it to defend herself won’t ever come.

#lookism #jake kim #big deal lookism #big deal #samuel seo #jerry kwon #sinu han #brad lee #lua im #lineman lookism #big deal headcanons #lookism webtoon #and yes #samuel still counts as big deal for me #i really liked coming up with those #gin posts lookism

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Hyacinths & Daisies

Tesla is tired.

She wants humans & Plants to be equals. She wants the humans who are selfish enough to abuse her Plant sisters & innocents to stop. She wants Knives to stop so Nai can properly heal. She wants to go back to those days where they were kids & innocently carefree.

She wants her wishes to be heard. But no one listens.

She tries anyway.

She screams and shouts and uses bullets as punctuations when she has to. But ammo is finite & she’s been screaming so much, her throat tastes of dried blood even when she’s just breathing.

She’s tired. She’s so tired.

Tesla’s hope is akin to the sand of No Man’s Land. Seemingly infinite but rough & coarse, a witness that enables misery more than anything. She grabs it in tight fists until her palms are scraped raw but it spills through her fingers sooner or later.

We’ve seen heroes who start out as idealistic become realistic, if not outright jaded. Try as Tesla might, she knows she’s not really living. She has no idea what she’ll do once Knives is stopped because at this point, she’s more likely to die trying to do that than achieving her dream of building equal ground for humans & Plants.

Still, she helps where she can. She can’t play God, surely she can make sure death at least finds the bastards who deserve it more? Surely this time, she can add a tally to the people she's saved instead of another she's failed? She’s trying, she’s trying, she’s trying.

Enter Livio (& the age-reversal wand).

All the kids at the orphanage avoided the scrappy boy who sharpened his teeth so nobody would pick on his brittle bones. When Nico bit Livio hard enough to draw blood, he teared up but didn’t flinch. When Nico finally let go because his jaw ached, Livio wiped the dirt from his cheek instead of slapping it.

In turn, Nico didn’t run from Razlo either. Livio taught Nico how to calm a crying baby while Razlo taught him how to punch the older meaner kids in places that count. Livio was the shield, Razlo was the sword.

When the Eye of Michael came, Livio accepted it; showed them Razlo & proved his compatibility with their experiments. He became their Double Fang. Naturally, everyone preferred Razlo but a coin only had value when both sides were intact. Putting up with still stupidly gentle, weaker, Livio was a small price to pay.

Until they decided they had a mission that was perfect for Livio, not Razlo.

And so, the sheep that was forced to wear the fangs and claws of a wolf was once again stuffed with cotton until it soaked up the blood & left his lungs clogged.

The worst part? Tesla meets Livio and slowly but surely, the sand-like hope she has is refined to glass. Still fragile and capable of cutting once shattered but the transformation? It burns, it shapes, it’s delicate & it’s beautiful.

Neither of them were meant to be weapons, but maybe with the help of each other, they can learn to be people again.

Extra AU notes:

TW: mention of addiction

-Tesla loses her right eye while Livio covers his left (it dramatically comes off when Razlo takes the reins).

-This visually shows how they're similar yet different in a way that complements each other & foreshadows that they're literally on opposite sides.

-Tesla jokingly calls Livio a grandpa because he carries a lot of candy & always nags her to rest more.

(The irony of that nickname is not lost on either of them.)

-Nico of course, followed Livio. The Eye purposely got him addicted to cigarettes laced with the serum to further keep him under control.

-Instead of canon!Livio's skull mask, he wears a mouthguard to resemble a muzzled dog (I'm sorry for doing this to you Wolfwood-).

-Livio doesn't smoke but he carries a lighter to perform tricks, it's calming for him.

#purple hyacinth au #trigun au #role swap au #trigun #tesla #livio the double fang #nicholas d. wolfwood #also i hc tesla as ace in case the purple coat didn't alrdy give it away /j #honestly leaning this more on platonic than romantic #bcz we could always use more male female friendships #and that the intimacy of platonic love deserves more rep #i'd never kiss you but i'd lay my life on the line for you #i'd never get down on my knees to give you a ring but i'd casually toss my life into your hands #get my point?#also LOL yk how fans make content of nai losing his shit™ over the punisher fucking his brother?#nai thinking livio 'corrupted' tesla & slept with her when ironically tesla is sex-neutral #and altho razlo teased livio he was like bruh NO i'd give her my kidney but never a kiss just NO-

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Meryl with a very tall S/O?

I really love how you write knives, and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! Keep doing what you love buddy!! ❤️

thank you so much!!<3 I had to tease Meryl a little sorry- "imagine being short" I say as if I'm taller than her by a lot LOL

•she's used to being surrounded by tall people so she isn't exactly intimidated by you when you first met. (unless you're either taller than Vash or just give off scary vibes)

•anyways, just because she's short doesn't mean she won't (lovingly) kick your ass if you tease her too much.

•if you call her shortie or anything of the likes, Meryl gets really huffy and tells you to either call her by her name or find a new (loving) nickname.

"anything for you my majestic mini queen," you say, rather amused.

Meryl smacks your chest before walking away yelling out, "you know what, that's Meryl Stryfe to you now!"

you can only laugh and chase after her to make up for your teasing.

•okay I'm done teasing her, I'm sorry I love her but I had to-

•Meryl loves wearing your clothes, especially hoodies. they engulf her and help her stay warm during the cold nights! it's a plus that they smell like you too.

•if you aren't there for whatever reason or busy when she gets cold, Meryl will tuck her legs into the shirt or hoodie she's wearing. it's a really cute sight and you have plenty of photos of her like that.

•whenever you maneuvere yourself to the block the sun from her eyes and Meryl feels her heart beat just a little faster when you do that. it's not something she's ever asked you to do and her oh,, she loves and appreciates you so much.

•you are the only one! that is allowed to put your elbow on her head! you don't do it often though, but when you do she just huffs and wraps an arm around you.

•Wolfwood saw you do that once and saw how Meryl didn't do anything or really react so he decided to do it and tease her saying "how's it going down there, shortie?" he got a punch to the stomach(with no real anger dw) as Meryl ranted not to do that and to call her by her name. she knows he never will though, but Wolfwood did stop putting his elbow on her.

•Meryl uses you as a sheild if any bugs come her way. she'll grab onto your jacket and angle you around so she can't see the bug. or if you're scared of them too, you can pick her up and run towards the safety of behind Vash who will shoo the bug away. (Wolfwood the asshole, he'll grab the bug and chase you guys with it.)

•she will absolutely pull you down by the collar of your shirt (or tie) to kiss you sometimes. especially to shut you up.

•occasionally when you guys sleep, Meryl will cuddle up to your side, placing herself in the crook of your arm, or being the little spoon. she prefers sleeping back against back or holding hands, but it's nice to be in your arms ever now and then.

• Meryl actually adores being carried by you in the comfort of your hotel room or out in the dessert when the car has broken down.

•Meryl feels bad when you offer to carry her out in the desert, she may be thirsty and a bit tired, but she can still walk. although, if you do insist, she'll hop onto your back. she's fallen asleep a few times that way.

•or, she'll be focused on checking her list for a supply run the next day, or maybe just got out of the bathroom, having showered when you'll surprise her by picking up bridal style. Meryl will yelp, looking at you with wide eyes, your own soft smile and eyes staring back. you tell her that you hope one day you can carry her like this, but instead of in a hotel room, you hope it's when you're walking down the isle of a church after that special kiss.

•Meryl shut down for a minute, blushing hard as you laughed lightly at her reaction.

she can't help but imagine it too

#trigun x reader #trigun headcanons #meryl stryfe x reader

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vexic929 · 2 months

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What are your OCs' favorite weapons or fighting styles? What weapons would they want to learn how to use, either for efficiency or just because they think it's cool?

Marco: prefers to sit behind the scenes and control his robots, he should probably learn at least some self-defense honestly lol

Salacia: prefers a shield and her control over water, can also use a polearm, xiphos, and bow and arrow, she'd love to learn some Atlantean fighting styles for Tuatlall <3333

Tuatlall: prefers magic, isn't much of a fan of physical combat

L'Harann: has superpowers (eye lasers best!!!) but is also good with her fists without them, she'd probably do well learning kickboxing

Experiment 929: likes to use her newfound superstrength to throw things like cars

Lea: prefers manipulating sound waves into knife-like projectiles and fighting with a bo-staff, practices (and teaches) jujutsu and taekwondo, she'd love to learn capoeira and kungfu

Megitsune: prefers fighting with dual-swords and jujutsu

Eoland: doesn't usually need to fight beyond using her superspeed, one punch at mach-2 is plenty for most people lol

Barbara: same as Eoland, she'll also do a few rounds of normal-speed boxing with Eden and Ira

Hartley: prefers to use her flute to hypnotize people to do what she needs them to or uses her robotic rats, she can throw a solid punch if she needs to but she could use some self-defense lessons also

Yǔqí: tries not to fight at all but will try to distract whatever hero is trying to stop her while her snakes finish what they need to do and make their escape

Eden: the police on Earth-63 don't really use weapons but she's a very good boxer, she'd love to learn karate as well

Ira: is also a very good boxer and he practices tai chi

Cisca: very much does not consider herself a fighter both before and after gaining her powers, though she's not opposed to using her powers to defend herself and her friends

Savitar: see Barbara

Mallorie: SPEED! FORCE! SWORDS!!!

Kal: he's literally Superman lol

Ricki: prefers her escrima sticks but is also proficient with a bo-staff, batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices kungfu, judo, taekwondo, and aikido, she'd love to have a better mastery of sword fighting

Jessie: prefers knives, particularly favors her kris, kunai, and cinquedea (and of course, the All Blades), she's also proficient with batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices muay thai, judo, and taekkyeon - although outlawed on all of Earth-63, she's also very good with projectile weapons including guns (where she got the guns, she'll never tell), she'd like to get better at archery

Tiff: prefers her bo-staff but is also proficient with batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and practices kendo (she was on her high school team), judo, and aikido, she'd like to get better with knives (she will die before she asks Jessie for help tho lol)

Dami: prefers their katana, is also proficient with knives, a bo-staff, batarangs/birdarangs, shuriken, and is absolutely not opposed to biting people, she also practices kungfu and muay thai and would like to learn more martial art disciplines

Gabi: prefers to turn into a tiger but her other go-to animals are gorilla, snake, bat, cat, dog, or octopus, she'd like to see if she can turn into extinct or alien animals

Laska: prefers her bow and arrow, would like to learn how to fight at close range

Piper: prefers to use her sound control for speed and defense, she'd love to learn how to use it on the offensive

Lara: practices hapkido, would like to learn other martial arts

Jisoo: prefers to use the ice side of her powers, she feels like the fire side is too dangerous but she'd definitely like to learn how to better control it

Alex: practiced qin na and fenced in high school and college

Dan: practices shuai jiao, would love to learn how to use some ancient greek weaponry

Amara: prefers her bow and arrow and fire powers, practices taekwondo, would like to get better with a sword or spear

Mendel: doesn't have any formal training but his punches are still fairly powerful and he'll also bite, he's trying desperately to get some sort of training lol

#practically-an-x-man #practically an x man #vexic answers #vexic lives #vexic ocs

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mad-who-ra · 2 years

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Dagger and Arrows (14)

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Okay, so more angst. But we are moving towards the end so, a part or two more. That's it. That makes me sad

Ram x Wife!Reader

Word Count : 924

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The plan was in place. It not as detailed as their previous plan because they had less time and a lot less resources and definitely less mental stability, but since the last plan did not work as decided anyway, she thought the impulsive plan might work better. She was willing to take that risk. Babai was not happy with the turn of events. But neither of them were in a place to listen to him. He understood that quickly and got on board. All he had to do was slip Bheem a blade while they were putting him in the vehicle. Ram left early in the morning to the barracks to take care of the guns and make sure none of them worked when they would fire. Y/N knew this definitely was the last time she was seeing Ram. She knew they would definitely get caught and they would be executed in no time. But neither of them were ready to deal with that and have that talk. So she preferred to stay in denial.

According to their makeshift plan, she waited for Bheem and Ram behind the trees near the river bank. It was very early in the morning. There was no way of knowing of Babai was successful in giving Bheem the blade, so she was ready for combat either way. Bheem arrived first. Her heart broke watching him like that. There were scars all over his body. His hands were tied as they carried him towards the place of execution. She could not see his face, but she knew he was tortured for days.

He stood in front of the rope. She watched his fingers work on the ropes silently and she breathed out a sigh of relief knowing he had a blade. Her heart quickened as she heard gunshots not far from them. That was not in the plan. But there was no time for her to freak out over it. Because Bheem was out of the ropes and he had gotten hold of a gun of one of the guards. He started hitting them with the back of the gun as they tried to load theirs and shoot him. This was the time for her to kick into action. So, she stepped out of her hiding place, taking out her dagger. It wasn’t much, but she worked the best with knives. The guards were panicking, first because Bheem was free and then because the guns were not working. They did not see her coming, until her blade sliced through one’s flesh.

She punched the other one, catching him off guard before landing a clean blow of her dagger through his heart. It was chaotic to say the least. But chaos was something she loved. It gave a way out for her frustration of days. It did not seem like Bheem needed her help, anyway. This was for the peace of her own mind. The fear in their eyes before she stabbed them gave her an odd sense of satisfaction.

By the time she killed the man trying to attack Bheem from behind, she was completely out of breath. The fatigue was catching upto her, as her fight or flight response slowed down. The gun shots that were muted till now, because of her adrenaline were clearly audible and fear started to settle in as she wondered if Ram was even alive.

“What are you doing here?” Bheem asked, as he locked a man’s hands.

“Freeing you.” She muttered, slashing his neck.

She stared at him as almost every enemy was down. If it was some other situation, she would have hugged him and cried. She would have begged for forgiveness and apologised a thousand times. But they did not have the time. And she had no clue where to start.

“Y/N, come with me.” Bheem said, “it’s not safe.”

“Bheem, Ram-”

“He is a police officer-”

“I know.” She muttered and Bheem fell silent, surprise clear on his face.

“Wha-”

“You don’t understand, it is more complicated than-”

“Anna!” She whirled around as she heard Malli’s voice. She saw her running towards them. Ram was right behind her. She was relieved to see him alive, but that lasted only for a second till she saw his gun raised high. Before she could look back at his target, Bheem pushed her out of the way and she fell on the ground. It took her a minute to register what Bheem must have thought. She heard a gunshot and watched Bheem jump. He hit Ram with a branch.

“Ram!” Y/N shouted running towards them. He was on the ground. Bheem held a sharp piece of wood over him. Y/N screamed as he lowered it. Her heart shattered as she ran over to them.

“Ram!” She exclaimed falling onto the ground beside him. The piece was standing in the ground right beside his head. He had not killed Ram even after everything. She looked up see Bheem, carrying Malli on his back. He looked at her questioningly once. She shook her head. There was no way she was going to leave Ram.

“Go.” She shouted. She saw hesitation in his eyes before he turned around and started running across the field. She heard the voices of others coming their way and she pulled out her dagger. There was no time. She looked at Ram and he nodded. He was badly injured. But they would hold everyone down until Bheem and Malli were out of site. No matter what.

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