#not me using the same bad guy from another OC piece

[invincibledc]

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ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙

Summary!: when patrolling, you can’t help but meet another from your dimension.

Genre!: crack fic(?) this is for my own amusement.

Note!: reader is a male. An oc of mine for spider!reader appears. Every Spider-Man has to have their Deadpool. Also this is not proof read

Word count!: 806

Info!: Protege of Peter Parker, in their dimension/universe, Peter Parker use to babysit them. But due to the curious mind of a fourteen year old, they followed Peter when he left them. Thinking that they were asleep but really was following him. Looking over a cornered they didn’t notice a spider crawling its way to them in weird colors. It bites them, making them yelp. Short story, they finished tying a mugger up and running into a dimension of dc. And now they live with the batfamily.

Relaxing, in your spider suit, being a Spiderman in this dimension, universe, or whatever it is, fuckin` blows!

I mean, you can't even go outside and get a simple piece of air of freshness! You can't even try and take a shower before Damian as he hates your guts despite the other men here telling you he doesn't.

But does throwing a ninja star at you tell you otherwise??

No, it doesn't!!?

It almost reminds you of Lori. He’s always thrown sharp objects at you, it almost makes your skin crawl. Despite you crawling on a building as of now.

Patrolling the beautiful streets of Gotham City. If you can hear the sarcasm.

Neither less, you finally reached the top of the building. Pressing the comms, you alerted Bruce that you made it to your position. And then there's the little twelve-year-old brat yapping off in your ear. “Spiderman, make sure to focus thoroughly through this patrol this time. I will not save you and watch how you owe me your life.” you can hear that smug smirk on his face. Gritting your teeth, you hung up on him.

“Little brat, always on my damn case. Can't he just give a guy a break?!” you don't know what's up with the little shrimp, but either less. You have to stick with it. You started to web up goons, but that was only the beginning.

You were dealing with a huge thug, a grown-ass man versus a fourteen-year-old who is agile like a spider. You shoot your webs at the big man’s hands before swinging under his legs, turning your body with your webs, you pull your arms. Forcing the male to get slammed hard and knocked out.

“Phew… that wasn't bad at all. Wasn't it guys?” you said looking at the reader reading this story. with a grin, your expressive mask showing a happy expression. But soon that moment was ruined by you trying to break the fourth wall.

Hearing a girlish scream, you turn around to see the same-looking portal that had sucked you up into this world. You felt excitement, hope, and happiness. As much as you loved the whole family here, you had your own back to your universe.

But, of course, you had forgotten about the girlish scream as a kid with strawberry blonde short hair, tied into a small ponytail, a freckled face, and hazel eyes, hit you hard. At your body.

“Lori?!” you exclaimed, looking at the slightly tanned boy who straddled against you. Meet Lori, aka, the deadpool of your spiderverse. He had a katana holder strapped across his body. But never mind that, Lori’s eyes widened as he saw that he was on top of you.

“Spidey!!!” he squealed, pulling you into a hug despite the awkward position. He then lifted your mask, peppering your face with kisses.

“L-lori! Lori! Stop man!” Lori finally stopped and hopped off you so cartoonishly. Magically he pulled out his Deadpool mask and put it on.

“Bro! It took so long for me to force a wizard to open some wacky portal so I could find you! When Peter told me you were missing, I had the biggest hunch that you went to another comic world!”

You raised a brow as Lori hopped in front of your face, wagging his finger in front of you. “Like bro, how could your best friend be behind like that man!” Lori couldn't help but comically sob into your chest. The thirteen-year-old boy then perks up, his also expressive mask showing him narrowing his eyes.

“Someone's coming.” Lori pulled out a Glock 19, aiming it above as the mask’s eyes went into silts.

“When did you get a Glock?!” You exclaimed, pulling the gun from him. Lori looks at you before shrugging.

“Why not? Always carry something heavy yo!” Lori could be visibly seen pouting behind his mask, reaching to go grab the gun from you, you threw it up, webbing it to a wall.

“OH CMON!” Lori said In disbelief at how you could do this to him.

“Are you done with this reunion Spiderman.” a voice called out, Lori and you turned to face the voice. You pulled your mask down, Lori got into position, pulling his katana out. There stood Damian with his katana in hand. His eyes narrowed.

“What the—” Lori interrupted by the said Robin, “I don't know who you are, but I'm guessing you’re from Parker’s world.”

“I mean, no shit pipsqueak.” you could’ve sworn you saw Damian clench his jaw before he released it.

“Then I’ll have to take you to where you will stay.” Damian didn't know why, but having another person who showed the same interest made him a little irritated. This is a comrade of yours, so he must treat him with respect.

Even though he ‘hates’ you.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Winnix Monday contribution. A drabble based off these two photos and a continuation of last week's piece because I believe this was taken at the same time as that photo considering what they are wearing (Dick- smile reserved for Nix and coveralls, and Nix shoulder patch) and the building in the background.

drabble under the cut

“What do you mean I come across as aggressive?”  Nix asked as he tried to get away from the regimental photographer before he could snap another picture.  He smirked, knowing he said that with the exact same attitude Dick was referring to.

“Well, I know you, but the other guys…”  Dick looked over his shoulder as Al Krocha snapped some pictures of the men.   Nix walking away made him realize how much he really wanted a picture of him.   “Hey, Nix.   Stop walking so fast, don’t you want a photo to send home to your folks?”

Nix laughed.  “I have successfully avoided all but a mandatory company photo for the wall in my Dad’s office.   None at Yale.  None in the paper since that one in Central Park as a kid.   Even forced my Mom to have an artist sketch me because I didn’t want my photo taken.  Skipped the wedding picture too, straight to the courthouse, no cameras. So no, I don't need a picture of me in uniform for Mom to bemoan how the shirt should be tailored and Dad to put in the Home News for good PR.”

“What about one for me?”  Dick asked and it sounded so…well, bad enough it stopped Nix in his tracks and made him turn and raise his eyebrows.  A playful smirk came over Lew's lips and only made Dick want to start whispering because this felt...electric again. It reminded him of the feeling he'd get when he was painting telephone poles-- the height danger ignored to get the job done, but you could never ignore the hum and crackle of energy above your head as it traveled through the lines. Nix was the power line when he was like this and he had to remind himself of discipline once more.; this energy was dangerous.

“Why, I do declare, Mr. Winters, are you trying to get a photo for your nightstand?  What about your girl?”

Dick felt his cheeks flush a little and hoped Nix just thought it was because he mentioned DeEtta.   DeEtta who was planning a trip to Lancaster to visit his parents without him because he was here…at OCS.   He glanced over at Krocha making the rounds, trying to avoid eye contact with Nix.  He heard the click of the camera, saw the flash, tried to regain focus.

Discipline.   You have to let this go, Dick.   You get a photo and what will you do with it?  Let it erode any semblance of strength you have?

“You’re one of the best friends I have ever had.   I want a picture, Lew.”  Dick said and finally looked back at him and saw that something in his eye again.   Lewis Nixon was too damned smart and too in tune with him to not know this was more than a simple request.   “Proof you existed.  When I tell stories about you, nobody is going to believe I knew you.”

Nix hummed, glanced at the photographer getting closer, then back at Dick.   “What kind of stories are you planning to tell?”

“Stories about the most brilliant gentleman I ever met who didn’t need to be here.  Who could have used his name and influence to be anywhere but in the army.   A good man who became a good friend, who helped me study tactics and hid his Vat 69 in my foot locker.”

“Flatterer.”  Nix said and rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  One picture.  Only if you explain why you think my aggressive tone scares off those guys when I’m being passionate about this project.”

“It’s because you’re from New Jersey.”  Dick answered and looked over at the other officer candidates smiling and taking pictures with each other.  “And you think they’re idiots.”

“It’s because they are fucking idiots.   Fine.  One picture.”  Nix said and Dick’s face lit up.    He was still staring at him when Krocha came by and snapped his photo of Dick smiling at him.   He turned just in time to stand there looking like a petulant child who didn’t want his picture taken by his Mother while they were at a social function or visiting France–schoolbooks and all. 

[goodlucktai]

the halls of your haunted home

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: mikey & OC, mikey & leo title borrowed from merry christmas, please don’t call by the bleachers part of the archer au  read on ao3

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The first weird thing Mikey noticed was one he caught pretty quick, within the first month of Gio moving in. 

This guy had no idea how to deal with people vying for his attention. He just stood there looking—well, he didn’t really look any type of way, his face an unchanging expression of ‘I could probably stab you from all the way over here and I’m willing to test that theory so don’t test me.’ But he gave off a vibe that only felt hopelessly confused when he had a bunch of younger siblings on all sides bickering about who, exactly, he should be hanging out with. 

“Don’t let them bully you, Gray,” Splinter said sternly, peeling an orange for him and glaring any time another turtle tried to slink into the room. They eavesdropped in the hallway instead. “You give them an inch and they will take a mile.” 

“He’s assassinating our characters,” Donnie grumbled, and then flailed and made muffled offended squawking sounds when Raph wrapped a hand around his mouth to shut him up before they got caught.

“It’s literally defamation,” Leo contributed, only to be plucked up in Raph’s other arm and silenced the same way.

Since Raph only had two hands, Mikey was free to chime in, “I don’t even know what dad’s talking about, we’ve never competed for attention before in our lives!” 

“BOYS,” Splinter yelled in their general direction, causing a panicked scramble in the hall. 

“It’s okay,” Gio said. “I don’t mind.” 

Mikey peeked back through the doorway. Gio was eating the pieces of fruit as they appeared on his plate carefully, one by one—as if he was trying to absorb something from them, or memorize the taste and texture of each bite, just in case it never happened again. As if he didn’t have a whole entire dad ready to start catching up on nearly twenty years’ worth of spoiling and affection. 

Sometimes, he reminded Mikey of those suspicious alleycats who approached every open hand and morsel of food on stiff legs, trying to sniff out any ill intentions before they could get hurt. But hungry, Mikey could tell, for that little bit of kindness. 

“I suppose you are probably used to it,” Splinter conceded. “Having noisy, silly brothers underfoot all time of day and night.” 

Gio didn’t have an answer for him. And he didn’t lift his face again, staring intently at the segment of fruit in his hands. And then Donnie breached containment and the twins ping-ponged into the room at full speed, and in all the chaos that followed, Gio’s studied non-reaction got buried and forgotten.

Mikey saw it, though. It settled in the back of his mind, an odd thing he poked at and tried to puzzle out. Like with all puzzles, he brought it to Leo the next time it was just the two of them, doing PT exercises together and watching miniature cooking compilations on April’s laptop.

“I think the future Georgie came from might have been super weird,” Mikey piped up. 

“Bizarro land,” Leo confirmed instantly, always and forever on the same page Mikey was on. Then he smiled, and Mikey’s half-formed worry didn’t have any solid ground to stand on, because that was Leo’s superpower. “But he knew us, right? And he knew the way home. So the important things stayed the same.” 

“Yeah,” Mikey said, buoyed by that faultless logic. “Yeah! As long as we were all there together, it couldn’t have been weird-bad. Maybe it was even weird-good!”

Leo clicked his tongue and finger-gunned at him, like he’d just made a solid and compelling argument, and Mikey beamed back. And maybe those little worries stayed under his skin where they’d made themselves a home, but they were quiet about it. He was mostly able to forget they were there. 

Then in December, another puzzle piece fell into his lap, one with edges that didn’t quite match any of the corners Mikey tried to fit it into. 

Their city was in a state of rebuilding, but it didn’t miss a beat with the holidays. Decorations went up on every street, string lights and paper snowflakes in storefront windows, buskers singing Silver Bells. There was nothing more stubborn than a New Yorker with something to prove, and Mikey and his family were New Yorkers to the core. 

Leo was still in a knee brace, and still not sleeping even more than he used to not sleep, and still making Donnie’s face do angry spasms when he discovered an empty medbay and a twin off not resting even half as much as he should have been, but he had something to prove, too. 

He refused to miss out. He didn’t want to sit still and be left behind. Like rhubarb growing in the dark, forcing its way forward, looking for the light. 

Don’t force it, Mikey would tell him, if the metaphor would make any kind of sense outside his head. The light was right here, at the kitchen table with him and in every lived-in room, it wasn’t something Leo had to go looking for. There wasn’t a single shadowed corner in their home. No one was going anywhere without him. 

They could grow at their own pace, as slow as they wanted, and it didn’t matter if Christmas was a little quieter this year. It didn’t matter if the rhubarb wasn’t as sweet as they were used to.   

But—and Mikey wouldn’t say this out loud, for the sake of Donnie’s blood pressure, and because he learned at a very young age to never give Leonardo any faint whisper of an advantage or it was so over—it was nice to have him in his usual spot at the kitchen table, filling that chair that had been empty while he was stuck in the medbay. 

Maybe Gio was thinking the same thing, because he didn’t do anything to stop Leo from reaching over his arm every five minutes, elbowing into the task Mikey gave him and being very little actual help in completing it. 

Or maybe that was just the Leo effect in action. He’d been spoiled rotten by everyone in their family since the day he was born, and Gio getting here fashionably late did not make him immune. 

“Hold the phone,” Leo said abruptly, “you ‘don’t do’ Christmas? As in you don’t like the in-your-face commercialism, or you hate it Scrooge-styles and we should be expecting a visit from three ghosts on Christmas Eve?”

“Oh, do you celebrate some other holiday?” Mikey asked. “Can you teach us what to do? Is there some kind of festive treat I need to make? I haven’t gone grocery shopping yet, I can update the list!”

Sometimes Gio looked at Mikey like he was trying to make something about him familiar. But mostly he looked at Mikey like he missed him. 

You don’t have to miss me! Mikey wanted to shout loud enough to fill the entire underground. I’m not going anywhere!

He didn’t shout that. Gio looked back down at the beads he was sorting to Mikey’s admittedly meticulous standards, giving himself space to find an answer while he focused on the task at hand. In a family of yappers, it was an eccentric little quirk. 

That was one thing about this guy—he completed tasks. He was already halfway through the huge plastic tote, each smaller compartment neatly organized by color and shape and sparkliness. Meanwhile, Leo got bored within ten minutes and started making one of those pony bead animal keychains.  

It was only annoying because Mikey had no idea Leo knew how to make those. What the heck. He had to remember to shake his infuriatingly withholding brother down for a lesson in the near future. For the time being, with great dignity, he requested an alligator.

After a moment, Gio said, “Christmas is nice. I celebrated once.”

Which was like a step to the left of actually answering the original question. Mikey glanced up from the cauliflower florets in his mixing bowl to find Gio looking Gio-esque—which is to say, expressionless—and Leo watching him closely. 

Gio didn’t like talking about where he came from—either the other dimension he was snatched away to, or the future of this dimension that he had lived in for awhile. Gio didn’t really like talking very much at all, really, but those things in particular caused a flash of something pain-adjacent, or grief-adjacent, to flash-flood his eyes and drown out the warm brown that only sometimes managed to surface, and no one wanted that, so no one pushed. 

But sometimes he gave them a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. Or one that did fit in a different spot than they thought, creating a picture a little unlike the one on the front of the box. 

With his mask slung down around his neck, Leo’s expression gave him away more than usual, but that tiny worry lurking around his eyes didn’t make it into his tone when he wheedled, “Oh yeah? What was your favorite part?”

The pause that followed was a little longer than the last one, and made Leo’s harmless question hang between them a little heavier than it was probably supposed to. 

Then Gio said, “We made sugar cookies the night before. And ate them while they were still hot.”

That sounded suspiciously like one of Mikey’s favorite parts. None of his brothers had a sweet tooth to match his and didn’t share in the joy of burnt fingertips and scalded tongue. They would laugh and say, “Angie, just let them cool,” but sugar cookies were best when they were soft and warm and crumbling in his hands. 

He tried to remember every Christmas Eve he’s ever lived, and then tries to imagine Gio there with him. 

The two of them and a plate of cookies fresh from the oven, and Leo complaining “You guys didn’t even frost them, who raised you,” and Splinter saying “I refuse to take credit for this, you know I taught you all the importance of a well-frosted dessert,” and Raph picking up a cookie and making panicked noises when it fell apart in his hand, and Donnie setting into a lecture about the health risks of eating underbaked food while April egged him on with stupid questions, and Gio smiling his quiet, barely-there smile. 

Gio was still looking at his hands, and his face gave nothing away, but Mikey thought, with an unhappy pang in his lower tummy, that they had managed to make him sad. The Christmas lights flickering cheerfully on the walls suddenly felt like a mockery. 

He had no idea how to be wanted. He held onto things like orange slices and sugar cookies as if the ones he’d already been given were the only ones he’d ever get. 

“We can do that,” Leo said abruptly. “All the cookies you can eat.” 

He put his hand on the table between them, palm-up, and Gio considered it for a second before placing his own hand in it. Leo’s fingers closed around Gio’s and squeezed, and then Leo turned his hand over to place a finished keychain in it. 

It was an adorable ladybug, red with a black stripe down the middle and three sparkly black spots on each side, held together with bright turquoise thread. 

Gio smoothed his thumb over the beads, all of them turning in their neat little rows, then finally lifted his eyes. 

Leo smiled, silly and sweet, the way he smiled at Mikey after bad days and bad dreams. He would go on being the silliest and sweetest turtle in the whole world until the upset sibling in front of him wasn’t upset anymore. It was one of those things about him that was impossible to replicate and unspeakable to even consider living without. 

“I was thinking we should incorporate some new traditions this year,” he said. “Tío’s family sets off fireworks on Christmas. That’d be kind of impossible down here, but we could find an empty parking lot to set on fire instead. I know Tello would love an excuse to design some brightly-colored explosives for the occasion. What do you think, Gigi?”

Gio shook his head, but the corners of his mouth had softened, the second before a reluctant smile eked onto his face. 

“I think you owe Angie an alligator,” he said. 

Mikey beamed at him, and Gio’s almost-smile became the real thing. Whatever ghosts were haunting him, they weren’t the loudest thing in the room anymore. And whatever picture Gio’s puzzle pieces were going to make in the end was probably going to be a really good one, as long as they were all in it together. 

[toxicfucksaround]

Might delete this later because I'm kinda heated while typing this but

For the most part I agree with the people against Salem Wolfertinger and his partner WisArts

Like yeah from the evidence provided he's hanging out with predators and groomers and being an asshole which is not cool. It's a blockable offense and I recommend you do so.

The only thing that bugs me about this situation is the fact that people keep digging into his art, which is where I'm like, confused and annoyed.

His art is good. His art is nice and textured and obviously personalized towards himself and his tatstes. It's genuinely an inspiration for one of my own styles. And maybe that's why I'm annoyed.

I have double carpal tunnel. My own art right now is not great. But it's mine, it's all I can make without my wrists hurting. The idea that art is only good if it's polished and every piece is different, is just, gross.

People are also mad that his art doesn't relate to them, and it's like, yeah, of course it doesn't, Salem draws stuff to relate to himself. His experience as a non passing trans guy is insanely different from a passing trans guy.

Maybe I'm the weird one, right. I'm Genderfluid with stable pronouns, I am always they/he. But on my masc days I just look kinda like a tomboy. And I'm okay with that. Do I wish people would use my pronouns, yes, but I'm happy with myself and my body, even if it's super curvy and feminine. And if the only way to avoid being misgendered is to change myself and my body, well fuck man, I'm good on that, I'd rather everyone just keeps misgendering me.

Artists don't owe you shit

Another thing too that bothers me. People claim it's fetish art, and like....

Regardless of if it is or isnt

Why the fuck does that matter? Genuinely speaking here.

Artists draw for themselves.

Some artists make art to tell stories, raise awareness, and feature a diverse cast with different body types, face shapes, disabilities, sexualities and genders.

That's great, but not owed to you

If someone wants to draw feminine, non passing trans men, that's their prerogative.

If someone exclusively draws their fetish, that's their business!

Sex isn't evil, drawing sexy characters or horny posting is not an offense

I myself draw a lot of queer characters, non and passing trans people because I make exclusively queer ocs.

I also draw my sonas a lot.

Some of them are sexual, some I exclusively draw when I wanna draw something hot to me, some have deeper stories and some exist purely to get their back blown out by characters I find hot.

These are my bitches and I'll do with them what I please

Salem, while a shitty person, has every right to draw whatever the fuck he wants, ESPECIALLY his own Ocs and persona

Like Salem says all the time that his characters are reflections of his own transness. He draws what he wants, you just come across as transphobic when you claim the characters aren't "good trans rep" because they don't pass and wear feminine, revealing clothing.

Fuck trans rep.

Fuck this idea that every trans character has to be perfect and pass or want to pass or their bad rep and fetish material

Fuck off with this puritan "wholesome passing gays and trans only uwu" bullshit

Uh

Tldr

I blocked him and I recommend you do the same, but don't be a petty asshole about it and attack his art and his transness. Draw what you want and block people you don't like, cool? Cool.

Peace and love or whatever idk how to end a post

[greenyvertekins]

Here's a hot take that the fandom would probably crucify me for: as far as the general fan community is concerned, the whole debate and fallout surrounding Silver's flanderization in the comics, and how to properly balance his naivety without making him stupid, has only made me even more critical towards '06's awful first impression of him in hindsight, since I feel that with how much they botched the angle of him trusting Mephiles the Obvious Demonic Bad Guy because they were too focused on shilling how much he can effortlessly Worf the main character twice (because clearly this was the best way to celebrate Sonic's 15th anniversary amirite), it ended up fueling the harmful misconception that naivety and outright stupidity are one and the same. In other words, no smoke without fire, with '06 being that fire.

Granted, I know fans will use anything to defend everything in '06 nowadays ("He grew up in a desolate world! He had limited social interaction!"), but since the game itself did far more telling over showing regarding that, combined with him barely even questioning Mephiles aside from very briefly late on (as well as Blaze just going along with it and barely questioning it either), I think it's fair to point to '06 as the patient zero that paved the way for the flanderized portrayals that would follow in the fandom, even with the understanding that Flynn and Stanley, being the so-called Best Sonic Writers that they are, would have likely flanderized him one way or another regardless due to their historical knack for degrading game characters in favor of propping up their OCs.

In a way, it's similar to how I feel about the overuse of Eggman getting shortchanged in favor of mindless monsters and less compelling villains, and how that causes fans to write him off as an incompetent joke and likely inspired IDW's treatment of him via having all of its villains take turns to dunk on him: sure, some fans and hack writers might dismiss him for his outward appearance and demeanour anyway, but do the games really need to provide them with easy ammunition?

Anyway, Silver 🤝 Eggman: being done just as consistently dirty as Sonic himself in IDW. Considering that I don't even care for Silver all that much (aside from his moment with Infinite in Forces and his admittedly good boss fight in Generations, he generally just annoys me too much), you know this comic is a shitshow when even I feel bad for him and sympathize with his fans... probably because as an Eggman fan, I know exactly how it feels lmao.

Lets give '06 one thing though - It established Silver's character as that of a rough-mouthed if still friendly and just-minded guy.

Though Silver's mangling isn't just from the very transparent attempts to prop-up OC's - He's literally portrayed as a stuttering (Yes, seriously) loser everyman in Stanley's fanwork who, in one piece of art, is portrayed as having eaten soaps after walking into a Lush. So it's not really a surprise that he's treated like such an idiot in the book. TSR's English script did him no favours either.

[hopefulidiocy]

Survival

Prince!Aemond x Fem!OC

Authors’ note: guys this is such a beautiful piece. I’m really happy with it.

Content warning: death

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My life had been magical by all accounts and purposes. I had lived a long, happy life that many Smallfolk didn’t have that luxury so I considered myself lucky beyond belief. I was born into a low class household, the eighth child and youngest daughter, I was the one they forgot about… that was until Queen Alicent saw something in me that was different to my siblings and so I was granted to live in the Red Keep, making dresses and dressing the Princess Helaena. A lot had happened since the day I entered the Red Keep. I made lifelong friends, most ended up dying and I was lucky to survive, I made enemies, I became best friends with the Princess and we spent day after day catching insects and making flower crowns; those were the days I was at my happiest. And the most substantial thing that happened to me… I fell in love. Aemond Targaryen was scary at first, he had an angry aura like he was constantly looking for betrayal. We were the same age and I was the first one on call to tend to his butchered eye, and I was the first one to see him cry. I cared for him long after that, always having a soft spot for the man that was sweet on the inside but never showed that to anyone but me. He kissed me at midnight, when we were both 18 years old, he caressed my cheek tucking my hair behind my ear, it was always flying away from me and softly planted his lips on mine; taking us to a new realm. Love. It was magical, beautiful and scary. How could someone mean so much? It made little sense to me at the time. But I didn’t think much of it because when Aemond held me, everything melted away. When he attacked a Lord who was coming onto me, he was the one to calm me down in his bed, cradling me skin to skin and it was the most loved I had ever felt.

When he died, I lost an important part of myself. I lingered in the Red Keep for too long, wandering the halls and reliving my memories with him. Every hall, every corner was a piece of me and him. We were one. And when he died, I became half. My heart went along with him and it was a time where I simply drifted through life, hoping for something to come my way. Alicent died not long after, Helaena too. But before they died, Alicent had made a match for me. A steward of the name Jason Gravesend, he was handsome enough and tall but he was nothing compared to Aemond. He was tanned, dark brown eyes and slight stubble that scattered cover his jawline. We married just short of two years after Aemond died, and I was still a shell of my former self. It hurt, making love to a man I didn’t love. It was duty, that was all and I prayed that if Aemond was around, he was looking away and knew that I made love with another man with the duty I had. Everything I knew had gone, out of my control, but at least I could control my married life. Jason never loved me, he was in love with another woman and I would be a bad person if I didn’t let him have the right to love. We were friends, though and we brought up our three wonderful sons with the best environment we could possibly give them.

Anson was my first born, an impossibly gorgeous boy with a talent for instruments and when I first held him, all wrinkled and pink and perfect, my void was filled. I was determined to become myself again to give that beautiful boy an opportunity for a good life. And I did my best. He married when he was twenty to his sweetheart and they had four beautiful children, giving me grandchildren. My twin boys, Lot and Branley, came prematurely and it was the most harrowing experience. But I swore I heard Aemond, willing me on in my minds eye and I pushed and pushed until they arrived in perfection. Me and Jason couldn’t tell them apart for the first year of their life and it became a running joke. Lot married at seventeen to a local girl in the village, a sweet lady called Rose who gave him the tiniest daughter I ever did see. Branley married twice by the time I came to my deathbed, first to his sweetheart Lina who died in childbirth and then to Tammie, who gave him four beautiful sons.

I experienced another heartbreak not long after my last grandchild, Grady, was born. This heartbreak was different to when I lost Aemond, I lost a friend, a lifelong friend… my husband, Jason. It was a quick death, painless and bitter, his sons surrounded his bed whereas I stayed by the window; watching him take his last breath. Aemond’s death still left a hole after this long, he was still in my mind, there at the back, he was willing me on to just survive. Survive. Survive. Survive.

I managed it until I couldn’t anymore. Until my body gave up on me and left me confined to my bed.

As I was uttering my last rites, in the comfort of my own bed, I saw my tearful children, Anson crying over my hand which was grabbing the bed sheet. It was scary. Dying. I was unsure what would happen to me. To my soul. I wished to be reunited with the love of my life. If that didn’t happen, I would survive. Like I survived my whole life.

“May her soul rest in peace.” The Septor said lowly as my breath became raspy, hard to fill but comforted with the soft glow in the door entrance. My eyes were only just open when I saw the tall, dark silhouette appear from the shining white glow behind him. My heart pattered like I was 18 again when that long blonde hair, the black eye patch and the pout came into crystal clear view. He smiled at me, at my elderly body, my wrinkled face and simply held his hand out.

“Come with me, my love.” His voice was still that slightly low growl that gave me butterflies when we were under that oak tree and he was placing small flowers in my hair, just 19 years old. And with that, I took my final breath.

My eyes opened, where I died and I rose high, high, high until my feet planted on the floor as if I was alive. Aemond stood before me and I felt young again, I was breathing deeply, alive and well. I reached out, scared and shaking, not ready to see if I could touch him, as my arms came into view I realised my liver spots were gone and the wrinkles that made me who I was were gone.

“You can touch me.” He said softly and I reached out, my hands landing gently on his elbows and my breathing stopped. It completely stopped as if I died again. I could feel him. I could touch him. And before he left me again, I rushed into his arms and like he was aching for it, his arms wrapped tightly around my body. He squeezed me to his chest, he didn’t want to let me go, he kept me close. He stroked my waist with his thumb, breathing steadily for the both of us, kissing the top of my head that sent shivers down my spine. That love never left me, and it never left him. He prised me off his body, looking over me with the most affection he had ever had in his face, he roamed me.

“I have waited a long time for this.” He whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear, I pressed my cheek into his hand and his thumb grazed just under my eye before he kissed the mole that painted the corner of my eye, like he always did.

“My beautiful girl, look at what you made.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, before turning me around, keeping me to his chest as I watched my sons sob over my elderly body, a resting face that had lived many lives but ultimately loved just being a mother and mothering those perfect boys to their lives now. A single tear rolled down my face as I watched them pray and pray over my body, holding me as if they were willing for me to take another breath. I stood forward, placing a ghostly hand on Anson’s shoulder, willing him to survive and carry on like he always had. He stopped crying for a moment and looked up, as if he saw me, his cheeks stained and it broke my heart.

“They will be okay.” Aemond placed a hand on his heart, patting it gently. “They’re strong boys, just like you have always been.” He strolled forward, taking my arm and pulled me gently away. I watched for longer at my children, seeing their beautiful faces before I turned to Aemond, reaching up and cupping his face, setting a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m ready, Aemond.” Taking both of his hands, his marvellous hands, he squeezed mine back giving me a smile.

“Come with me, my love.” He tucked my hand in the crook of his elbow and both of us walked into the white abyss where we would spend eternity together.

[bayfuzzball7050]

INTRODUCTION POST 🔥🔥🦾🦾🦾🦈🦈

The name’s César or Diego. Call me whichever ya want

I’m a Trans Guy, he/him exclusively.

☆ Art requests are currently OPEN!!

When open: I draw anything except complex backgrounds, Steven universe fanart, danganronpa fanart and darkship stuff. Suggestive requests go to @bayfuzzball7050-afterdark

☆ i LOVE spammers, spam likes, reblogs, whatever as much as you like :3

☆ if ya wanna be mutuals just ask I don’t mind I’ll just check yo vibe and that’s it

oc and au masterpost

brushes I use

☆ art summary 2024! ☆

BY THE WAY!!

☆ I also always have my notifications off so please don’t feel bad if I don’t answer a dm or anything of the sort

☆ please excuse me if I reblog/like artists who are proshippers, I don’t tend to check blogs before interacting🧍🏽(I’ve gotten myself blocked many times because of this)

☆ also like if they problematic in general like idk if maybe someone I reblogged has been in a big ahh controversy or summ so uhhh forgive me

dni and fandoms im in below the cut

So, I think imma make(try) a dni list but ik it’s ultimately useless cuz like I can’t force ya and im not your dad plus I’m too lazy to look through every blog that reblogs or likes but uh blocklist ig???

It’s just basic dni tbh

SHIT THAT GETS YA BLOCKED ‼️‼️

(some of these are oddly specific)

☆ Basic dni, conservatives, proship/profic— to be more specific incest, minor x adult and abuser x victim shippers, kodocons, SWERFS and radfems, Transmeds/Truscums/anti-MOGAI, Transid, Radqueers in general, NSFW agere blogs (SFW agere it’s cool I don’t mind), pro-contact, anti-recovery, harmful Paraphilics, Pro-ANA/Pro-MIA, and syscourse mfs.

☆ swifties.

Exceptions and specifics:

☆ I think Selfshippers / yumeshippers are cool plus they aren’t hurting anyone most of the time (while we’re on topic I’m a Mark Grayson selfshipper but I’m sharing i don’t mind)

☆ people tend to think that transid has therians in it and no, I think therians and kinnies or alter humans are cool (dont get it but cool nonetheless)

☆ I do not care about the original meaning of proshipper or if I’m technically one. I consider myself an anti shipper who’s anti harassment and anti censorship if that makes sense. I just have a squick I think

To be honest I don’t check the blogs of most people who reblog or like but- Ricky…Ricky when I catch you Ricky-

(I mostly notice when I get followed but uh- anyway 😻)

THIN ICE:

☆ dsmp fans

As much as I enjoy the Fanart and maybe the roleplay was interesting I have like personal beef with the fanbase and creators

☆ Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel/Viziepop supporters

I hate it a lot so if you don’t wanna see posts shitting on it maybe don’t follow

☆ Hannibal Fans

The franchise is fire but I also have beef with Hannibal fans cuz for some reason most of them proshippers

☆ MHA fans for the same reason as Hannibal fans

☆ Same with South Park

☆ Same goes for Homestuck fans

☆ Same goes for Steven Universe fans. It’s mid btw

☆ ONE PIECE fans, y’all didn’t do anything wrong it’s just that I haven’t caught up with the show 😭😭

☆ NSFW blogs (as in porn/smut)

ANYWAY

MAIN FANDOMS

☆ JJBA

☆ Yakuza

☆ Invincible

☆ LOST MEDIA. (Believe it or not, im going insane over this.)

Side fandoms (if you could call it that???)

☆ Weird Al Yankovic fandom

☆ Transformers

☆ Brawl Stars

☆ Cuphead

☆ Berserk

☆ The Eltingville Club

☆ Mouthwashing

☆ Madoka Magica

☆ Smiling Friends

☆ ikigusare (best virtual girl band ever fr fr)

☆ The Outsiders (book)

☆ Gorillaz

☆ Saiki K

☆ Good Omens

☆ Moral Orel

☆ Dorohedoro

☆ My Little Pony

☆ Sonic fandom

☆ Undertale / Deltarune

☆ Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

☆ El Cuarteto De Nos

☆ Azumanga Dioh!

☆ Vocaloid

☆ Food Fantasy

☆ FNAF

☆ actually like another shit ton more but I can’t remember 😔

Socials:

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball7050 (old account, permanently banned)

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball404 (Current Account)

☆ Wattpad and AO3 but we ain’t talking about that 🤫🧏‍♂️

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-art is my art blog (reblogs from here)

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-afterdark is my mature (straight up porn) art blog

☆ I HAVE AN ARTFIGHT!

☆ Pixiv

☆ Bluesky

☆ Bluesky but it’s just porn

Dis me btw

[cialovesklopp]

joyeux anniversaire ➺ k.mbappe

summary – it’s kylian’s birthday and amara had something special planned for him

pairing – amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

warnings – none

word count - /

author's note - in honor of kyky’s birthday, i just had to post something for our favorite french golden boy. i had actually planned to make a longer chapter but tumblr and wifi screwed me over and deleted my 6k draft. so i had to quickly come up with a smau. but i have another bonus for amara and kylian planned and a big surprise coming 🫶🏾

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

amara.imani

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amara.imani joyeux anniversaire mon amour. i thank god everyday for bringing us together. you are the most important person in my life and make my day shine brighter everyday just by being you. words cannot describe how grateful i am for u. i am so proud of everything you have already achieved. and i know there’s more to come

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username fr, we watched him grow up and evolve as player

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k.mbappe 🫶🏾

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username mom and dad 😍

k.mbappe couldn’t you at least post two good pictures of me?

amara.imani and have more girls thirst over my man? never

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username so funny when you remember that amara didn’t even write half of that for evan

username girl knows her priorities

liyah_clark happy birthday amara imani’s boyfriend

k.mbappe thank you very much amara imani’s best friend

amara.imani 🙄

username 😂 i wanna know how she supports them

graceywood she doesn’t. them together is even worse than liyah and amara together

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

@amara.imani posted in her story 3h ago

k.mbappe

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k.mbappe merci à tous vos nombreux messages et félicitations pour aujourd’hui. et merci mi amor @amara.imani pour avoir organisé cette fête.

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psg ❤️💙

ethanmbappe faut dire à amara qu'elle doit aussi organiser mon anniversaire pour moi

k.mbappe la seule chose qu’elle fera pour toi c’est une carte

username still waiting for u to join madrid

username 25 years and still no ballon d’or

amara.imani still more than you

username his girl hit back

equipedefrance joyeux anniversaire

kimpembe3 ta meuf a détruit tout avec la fête la hier

username happy birthday kylian

username i swear time flies so quick

username i need someone to look at me the way she does at him

liyah_clark how many times did that girl change her dress yesterday?

k.mbappe we went out before the party

username post the other pictures of the party

username fr, i just know it was wild

username i need more footage from kylian and achraf’s drunk romantic duett

username i wanna see videos of amara’s private performance

o.dembele7 same time, next year

amara.imani you’re just looking for ways to get drunk again

liyah_clark and he’s damn right

k.mbappe this is still MY birthday guys

username he called her mi amor 🥹

username i refuse to believe they have just been dating for a year

username the potential they could have had two years ago

achrafhakimi tell amara thank you for giving me all this blackmail material. that party was lit

jkeey4 hope no one got food poisoning from the cake

amara.imani you were literally the one who ate the most pieces

amara.imani i’m not that bad at baking

[zedd364]

happy new year!

here's a collection of trad art I never got to post/forgot to post/was too embarrassed to post ft. my silly little ramblings 😆

(note: artist is VERY embarrassed to post these, but, he has to anyway, for the sake of it 🤫🧏‍♂️)

this is Collection 2, consists of old oc art (coupled with lore ramblings), and an assortment of more doodles and attempts, along with concepts

this is Zedd

no, not the same guy I use as my purple-themed oc/persona online, he's actually red-themed, and also, has square eyes

(oh boy, the lore is definitely gonna get convoluted later down the line, but, moving on 💀)

ahh, now this big handsome guy right here

his name is Braun >:)

he's my favorite big buff devil oc that I made

him and Zedd are really close

as you can see, he is the scrunkly blorbo

I've yet to draw an amount of him 😔💖✨

this was me during artblock 💀

dawg, I was literally tweakin, fuckin, I literally could not draw shit 🗿

first and second attempts of drawing Jason

oh these have already been posted on my blog before, but, I still wanted to include them in this collection

besides, this time, I had properly edited them with a color filter >:)

I didn't want to include this, but GAUAHAHSJSK, HE LOOKED SO STUPID SILLY AND FUNNY 😭😭😭

(I was trying to practice when I made this thing, I do loose attempts on a different page whenever I'm working on a trad piece, cuz it helps plan my process and lessen erasures 🤫🧏‍♂️)

so, The Noise Update huh? pretty cool stuff >:)

on a side note, wish Tumblr had a yellow text option 🤔

concept I had in mind

imagine how badass it would be if you and Dark were able to fuse and stuff 👀✨

(definitely not foreshadowing my future plans once I finally start working on my concepts 😆)

another concept I had in mind, back in the middle of the year when I became a fan

imagine a variant of Dark, with red eyes instead of blue, and a bad ending

if he never got to overcome his insecurity

if he really believed he was what people say he is

IT'S THE FANCY MAN HIMSELF 🗣️🔥💥✨

I could draw him better though, but, that's for something later down the line 🤫🧏‍♂️

I still really love Brad's silly little fancy stickfigure game >:)💖✨

more sadge 😔

me and my two personalities on the daily

see guys? I told you they were different 🤭

okay but fr though, there are two Zedds in my silly little fictional universe, they both represent me in certain ways and my personality

while they look exactly the same, key details to tell them apart is:

Red Zedd has square eyes, and sharper hair

Purp Zedd has semi-circle ones, and he also has eye wrinkles all the time

the reason there's two of them is because:

one has pre-fixed oc lore already

and the other was made as a self-insert vessel for me

"why couldn't you have just made them look more different from one another, and change the other one's name?" because I don't want to, and frankly, the convolution and confusion is kind of silly 😤✨

I've still yet to draw the both of them more 👁️👁️

Jason doodles/attempts

I like him a lot, even though he's gonna force me to learn anatomy properly soon, just for his sake 😆

some Bob practices

gosh, the second one, he looks like a professor 😭💀

aaand, that's about it 😳

you can view the next or previous collections here:

Collection 1

Collection 3

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Don't Let Me Go

Words: 10,245

Warnings: language, talk of alcohol/alcohol consumption, regret, Leon being a dick but for a kinda good reason, people may be mad at reader cause of what she does but whatever idc this is my fucking story, maybe ooc characters and probably bad writing

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This also was originally written for my OC Tiffany (Whose info on her/original story will eventually be available on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

Leon and Hunnigan are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Actually find it fucking insane how long this thing is all together

This is it in multi-part form: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Reader and Leon are partners with their job (have been since 2004/2005) and is insinuated to be around the same height as Leon

Y/N/N/N means the nickname of your nickname (or just another nickname)

Not Proof-read and I think it can be seen every once and a while (I know you can see where my brain couldn't function how to write the scene so I just guessed and hoped for the best)

Can be read as its own story or as a sequel to You’re About To Lose The Best Damn Thing You’ve Ever Had

Losely has themes from the songs Never Say Never by The Fray, No Surprises by Radiohead, Afterglow by Taylor Swift, and Look After You by The Fray

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

January 21st of 2009

Y/N sat in front of the computer with Hunnigan as they went over the assignment before she was supposed to leave in 2 hours. Usually, she would be sitting with Leon on Hunnigan’s other side, but this wasn’t a usual case. They were working with a mix of BSAA Agents and STRATCOM agents. 3 of each, minus Y/N who was the leader of it. So in all, it was a team of 7. Overkill in her eyes. But that wasn’t her job. Her job was to get the assignment done and come back alive. 

The only reason the two organizations were forced to work together was because they both had interest in this case and decided that they needed to use both intels for it to work. Over in the Rockies in Northern Canada, parts where there were little inhabitants, people had gone missing before showing up with remnants of a strand of the T-Virus in them. BSAA had found the base back 2 weeks ago while STRATCOM had been keeping a close eye on Dr. Taylor Lewis. Someone who used to have ties with Umbrella in their Europe branch.

So when it was proposed that the two organizations team up, everyone was skeptical. Truly, the only people in the BSAA that got along with them at STRATCOM was Chris. Of course, she was sure that Jill did, but she died back 2 and a halfish years ago. But eventually they all agreed and started working on the team. 3 of the BSAA best people (minus Chris because he was already on an assignment) and 3 of STRATCOMs best (minus Leon because...well she didn’t know why he wasn’t), plus Y/N as the leader. BSAA wasn’t happy that they weren’t leading it and she knew they only tolerated it since it was the President's order for her to be the lead. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the new guy. He wasn’t Graham, the one she had grown accustomed to the past 4ish years. Hell, she never could remember his name, she just knew that Benford was the Vice and he was one of Leon’s friends.

Leon.

She hadn’t seen him much since the start of the year. Since the...break up. And she hadn’t even been avoiding him this time. It just was as if he was never in the office the past 20 days. Not that she had been keeping count! Because she definitely hadn’t been! She just did the math in her head at the moment.

“So, we have some time to spare, want to tell me why Leon sent in a new partner request? You finally ran him away?”

Y/N sighed and flicked a random small balled up piece of paper off the desk. “I don’t even know what happened. Everything was good one second then the next it just...” She trailed off, unsure as to what to say.

“Wasn’t?”

She nodded at Hunnigan’s word. “Yeah. I don’t know what happened.”

“Did someone find out?”

“Find what out?” She looked at the FOS Agent, who gave her a ‘don’t-lie-to-me’ look and Y/N sighed again. “I genuinely don’t know. We were training one day, and I had knocked him down, so he had pulled me with him, which led to us making out. But we were the only ones in the training room and even if someone did walk in, we were hidden by some equipment. The only thing that would have been heard would be our kissing. But that could be any two agents! So I don’t know why it would have knocked him so out of sorts!”

“Cameras?”

“That one corner that isn’t covered by them is where we were. We always trained in the corner.”

“That could be it then. Someone put two and two together and threatened to expose it.”

The slightly younger girl groaned and laid her head on the desk in front of her. “Why couldn’t he have told me? It’s not like I would have freaked! Him doing what he did caused more damage anyways.” She sat back up and ran a hand through her hair, “Where the hell has he been anyways? Haven't seen him since he broke it off and requested a new partner.”

“His own mission. One that I actually can’t tell you about, unfortunately since it’s a gray area on you two being partners.”

“Is he at least okay? Concerning that he’s been gone so long.”

“He called me yesterday saying everything was fine, but he still wasn’t sure when he would return. But it could be a concern as he mentioned he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to call again. He’d try to ping a location, but if we get nothing, wait a week before extraction.”

“Back to the partner comment you made, I just don’t get why he broke up with me and requested a new partner. All he had to do was one and I would have been just fine.” Y/N laid her head in her hand, “I honestly just wish there was a way that we could’ve stayed together and be partners. That would be my ideal situation.”

“Hm, I think, the keyword really is think, there might be a loophole.”

Y/N perked up at that, “Whaddya mean?”

“I think there’s some rule that says you can if you meet certain requirements. I can always look for you, it’ll give me something else to do than make sure my two favorite humans don’t die on different missions.”

Y/N smiled, “If you wanna, I’m fine either way. Leon will do what Leon wants to do and I won’t stop him.”

“Whatever you say.” Hunnigan glanced at the clock on her computer before continuing, “Better let you get ready. Don’t want to keep the BSAA guys waiting.”

Y/N laughed as she stood, “What can they do? Mission won’t start without me there.”

Hunnigan gave her a smile, “I’ll look that up for you and update you on what I find. Don’t die before I get you an answer.”

Y/N smiled, “No promises darling.”

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February 18th of 2009

Y/N wrapped the jacket closer around her and made sure the mask was tucked in so she wouldn’t freeze her face. Her shotgun was drawn as she looked out the scope, still no heat signatures could be found. They had been there for 4 weeks now and still nothing.

But, what had happened in those four weeks since the mission had started, 3 of the men had died. One of her own and two from BSAA. She felt bad about the last BSAA kid because even though he was one of the best they had available, he was a rookie. She believed he had only been there for a year, a year and a half tops. So he was the only one out there for the BSAA and had little experience. He was just an excellent fucking shot and took directions well (literally what his file said). And she had found it to be true. Even in the snow, he could find the target and shoot them down. 

He was the only reason they hadn’t all died that night.

Since they had gotten there, more and more sunlight was available, but it still didn’t last half a day. And while temperatures were warming up, they still were freezing their asses off. Plus, it didn’t help that Hunnigan had just warned them a snow storm was possibly on its way in. 

2 weeks in, she was happy that they were almost done with their trek through the mountain. She was really starting to hate those snow-mobiles. And then around 3 days later, when they came into contact with their agent that had been giving the intel, the remaining 5 members of the team began the stake out to find where the Doctor was and how the people were being infected. But now here they were, around 10 days later and still nothing. No sight of Lewis or of any habitants of the small village that if she was to be honest, she had no clue existed before this. 

That was, until she moved her scope to face more towards the West. She adjusted the sight and zoomed in where she thought that she saw movement. And when she was able to focus her sight, she saw that there was a group of bodies standing in one of the buildings. She switched over to night vision and saw that they were just barely too far off for her to make out who it was. She carefully snuck closer, jumping to the top of the abandoned building by her. 

She looked again and was able to see that it was Lewis with 2 other people. She didn’t recognize either of them, but one of them looked eerily familiar. But she was sure whoever the two were, they had been gathering the people to be injected with the virus. 

She grabbed her walkie from her side pocket and pressed the button to call for her team. “Dream Team, come in this is Condor 2. Over.” Dream Team was something that one of the BSAA Agents had suggested for them to call themselves rather than the boring Snow Squad that they had originally been assigned. And while she was technically Flake 1, she was used to always being referred to as Condor 2, so she asked for when it was just to them or to Hunnigan, say Condor 2. Otherwise she was sure that she and Hunnigan would get thrown off.

“This is Flake 2. I have the rest of the team with me. What do you need? Over.”

“Lewis and two men are in a building three down from my location. A house down from the original spot. I see them talking, but no one else is there. Over.”

“What do you want us to do? Over.”

“Start the plan into motion. I’ll follow and see where Lewis and her men head. Do nothing until I say so, unless you get under attack. Understand? Over.”

“Is that a direct order, Flake 1? Over.”

She sighed, Stacey hated this. She knew he did. Hated that someone who had been there for less time than him was the leader. He was the only one who refused to call her Condor 2 and kept Flake 1 and made sure everyone went by their actual callsign and not the one that they wanted.  “Yes, Flake 2. It is. Now do you all understand? Over.” She heard a range of everyone, including Stacey, say they understood. “Good. I’m contacting HQ. This is Condor 2 over and out.”

She reclipped the talkie and grabbed the other one that was specific for Hunnigan. She looked back in the scope and saw that Lewis and the 2 men were exiting the building. She quickly pulled the gun away to follow behind them. When Hunnigan answered, she heard the lady’s voice in her ear piece.

“This is Hunnigan, Condor 1 is here with me.”

Y/N internally groaned. Why was Leon there? Was he even allowed to be? So many questions ran through her head, but she didn’t ask them. She just nodded and ran towards the direction she saw them heading. “Fine. Lewis has been found. I’m following behind on foot. The rest of what remains of the team are getting ready for my word to follow. And--fuck.”

She ended the call before Hunnigan could say anything and made sure Hunnigan couldn’t immediately call back after she had turned a corner to see a fairly large group of military looking people. She turned back and jumped into the house that had an opened window. She snuck over to another before she looked out the window to try and count how many were there. But she was stopped before she finished when someone looked in. She quickly slipped down, trying desperately not to be seen. 

And she was sure she got away with it. That was, until her walkie went off and the BSAA kid could be heard practically yelling through it. And when she heard the words he was saying, the blood that was barely not cold already, went frozen in her body.

The kid was freaking and she could hear the guns in the background. Apparently Lewis and the men knew they were there. They knew she was watching. It had been a trap to get her away. She wondered how it was possible, until it registered to her that it was the electronics. And then she realized who the other guy was. She had dealt with him a few months ago with Leon. The two had been separated and had to pray that they would make it back to the other without any guidance from anyone as to where to go because the man could track any electronic waves.

But unfortunately for her, the man outside the window heard it too and had slammed it in. She gave them no chance and immediately grabbed her gun and shot them. Thankfully she was able to get a headshot, even with him moving and her shaking, gloved hand. But it only gave her enough time to disconnect her electronics and toss everything but the small remote that gave her the ability to ping a quick location. She ran up the stairs, trying to find an alternate way out, but realized she was blocked in. her chest tightened as she realized how badly this could end for her.

She grabbed her submachine gun and aimed it at the stairs, getting ready for anyone who was going to come up. She let out a shaky breath as she heard the door being broken down and the sound of someone running up the stairs. She never had been so thankful that she never fucking used these fuckers so she was loaded on bullets for it as it felt for each guy she killed, double the amount came back. 

And unfortunately, she was so focused on the stairs, she hadn’t noticed the sound of someone taking apart the roof and jumping down. Her mind had barely registered the sharp pain in her neck before she was surprised when they grabbed her from the back and her mind just blanked. Forgot how to fight back, forgetting almost every piece of training she had. She didn’t know what to do and wasn’t used to this. Whenever her fight or fright kicked in, it was always fight. She never got scared. But for some reason, she did this time.

As they pulled her to the ground, her body felt incapable of fighting back. As if someone had left her out in the freezing cold with not enough clothes. She wasn’t able to move or even scream when she felt the knife stab into the top of her sternum and start to drag down. The man on top of her only stopped when the sound of a whistle was heard through the air. It was as if the second that went off, every man and woman there were called to go somewhere else. The knife was pulled from her as she walked away and she slowly regained the feeling in her body.

But as she regained that feeling, she felt how deep the knife had gone. She felt the blood falling. She slowly moved to grab the bandages from her side pocket. They weren’t much but she knew it was all that she had. She grabbed it and tried to remove her clothing, not caring that her entire body was freezing from the temperature outside. She didn’t care that her bandaging was horribly done and that it wouldn’t do much.

All that she did was grab her clothes and quickly layer them back on. All she did was wobbly get up and leave the scene. Trying to get further and find out where all those people had gone. And she prayed that it wasn’t fucking bingo.

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Leon’s POV

Leon, who had only been there because he was going over a report with Hunnigan, head snapped over towards Hunnigan the moment that Y/N ended the call. Worry spread through his body as they were unable to contact her back. He felt his knee unconsciously bouncing up and down as the computer kept beeping. He knew that he technically had no reason to be worried. Now, thanks to his own doing, all she was to him was another Agent. Not his partner. Not his girlfriend. Not even his friend. (Of course he didn’t know that the last part was all on his own)

“Why is it doing that? Why can’t you get back to her?”

“She blocked me from calling. Which means one of two things; she needed no distractions or she had to go semi-dark. I’m trying the other 4 members of her team and if they don’t respond, it means that they had to go dark too.”

Leon bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that the team originally consisted of 7 plus Y/N/N. The original 3 BSAA and 3 STRATCOM had been reduced to 1 BSAA and 2 of their own. 

If he was going to be honest, Leon didn’t care about the team, he just cared about Y/N and if she was okay. He hadn’t meant to do what he did then just disappear. He meant to break up and let her be for a few days, a week tops, then talk to her. But then he got called in and had to leave immediately. He knew from Claire and Hunnigan both that she didn’t understand why it happened or what caused it. Which he knew was his own doing. He should have told her. He shouldn’t have just said that they weren’t gonna work out. Especially since on their previous mission together they had a run in with Ada. 

But that wasn’t why he did it. No. It was because Stacey had been that person who they thought walked in. And as they had exited the training room, had messaged Leon to remind him that fraternizing with your partner was against the rules. He knew he should have just told Y/N why he was doing it, why he pulled away and why he treated her like shit for so long. But he couldn’t. He was scared that if he had, she would have argued with him and said it was fine. That they would figure it out together. It’s how she was and he knew it was. 

Of course, he still felt horrible for what happened on New Years, he shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up just to crush them the following days. He shouldn’t have treated her the way that Ada would treat him. Shouldn’t have done something that would make her feel like he was using her in the moment because he needed something just to hurt her later.

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December 31st of 2008/January 1st of 2009

Leon had gotten to her apartment earlier that day to help Y/N put up the decorations. But the entire time all that he had said to her was when he asked her to hand him something or made a comment about getting a drink or going to the bathroom. And then once Chris had arrived, surprisingly being the first, he had gone to talk to him. He had seen her leave from the corner of his eye, knowing she was changing out of the pajamas she had been in all day. 

He had no idea what she was going to come out in, but as she came back from her bedroom, a glass of champagne having already been downed, he knew it would be hard to keep himself under control. He noticed that she was wearing that top she had not-so-secretly bought a few weeks ago. Or at least he assumed it was. He had never seen the one she was wearing and he knew she hadn’t worn that one top yet. It was paired with her stupid jeans that fit her perfectly and those stupid heels that he loved on her because for some reason it always turned him on when she was practically a head taller than him. He saw her necklace was the one he bought her for their first anniversary in 2007. The rings were the ones she always wore and he noted that she wore the bracelet that she had owned since highschool on her right wrist, opposite of the watch he got her back in 2006 after her previous one got destroyed on a mission. Thankfully it was her birthday too so he didn’t have to deal with her arguing too much so he could argue that it was a gift for her birthday and she couldn’t turn it away.

He remembered how she kept saying he didn’t have to and that it must’ve cost a fortune. He had just shrugged it off and said he knew she needed one and he thought she liked that one. And even now, over 2 years later, he still hasn't disclosed the price of it. Something he’d never do because he knew she’d give it back and feel horrible about it. Knowing the only reason she had accepted the necklace was because it was their anniversary and she had gotten him something he knew was expensive as hell.

But even then, he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t go near her. Even as the rest of the group got there. He occupied himself with drinking and talking with people. Even as he saw the look of desperation on her face as she talked to Jess and Claire. Even as he watched her walk back to her room with a face full of complete defeat written all over her face.

No. he stayed talking with Chris and her brother Joe while he knew she was likely standing in the bathroom that connected to her bedroom. While he knew that she was probably doing anything to distract herself from how he had been ignoring her. He knew she could hear him talking and laughing with them. He knew that it seemed like he was happier with everyone except for her. But he wasn’t. He hated this. Hated this hell he had created by not doing it already. This hell he had created for both of them where he knew she was feeling like a deflated balloon that he didn’t want anymore. When that was the complete opposite of what was true. God did he want her. God did he not want to have to hurt her this way. All he wanted to do was hold her and tell her it would be okay.

Let her convince him that Stacey wouldn’t out their relationship and they would figure it out.

He got pulled out from the conversation when he heard a faint sound of something crashing in the back. He wasn’t sure if others had heard and chose to ignore it, or if it was just him who did since he was the closest to the hall. He stood and excused himself saying that he was gonna go check on her since they hadn’t seen her in a bit. 

When he got to the back of the apartment, he looked in and saw that it had just been the cup that held their toothbrushes and pastes. He watched as she leaned down and grabbed the fallen contents. He realized that she didn’t even notice him there until she jumped as he laid a soft knock on the door.

He laughed softly, like he always did when she did this. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” As she placed the cup back where it went, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. The jolt from her didn’t go unnoticed and his face went from one of playfulness to concern. “Hey, you okay?”

She nodded silently, and he saw that she was trying to keep her breathing steady. “Yeah. Sorry. I think I’m just getting tired. My body isn’t used to not having to be on edge 24/7.”

He knew she was lying. He could tell it in her voice. But he still cracked a small smile in an attempt to calm her down. “Can’t disagree with you there. But you seem genuinely freaked, like after a mission.” The smile switched to one of concern, “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

She nodded and turned to him, giving him a smile of her own. “Yeah. I am Lee. Promise.” Lee, the nickname she gave him after their first mission together when she got a concussion. He remembered that his name kept blanking on her (as did most people) so she just referred to him as Lee as it was all she could remember and it had stuck. He noticed as she looked down at her watch before looking back at him, “Hey, it’s 11:59, we should get back in there.”

He was about to go to move some hair from her face, but stopped before he even reached his hand. He knew it would leave her even more confused when he broke it off. He knew it would make it harder for him if he continued to act like a boyfriend. So he kept on telling himself that he was being a friend. Friends treat friends this way. He could still be this way with her even when he calls quits to save her reputation. “Are you sure? It seemed like you had left for a reason.”

He knew from the look on her face that he was the reason and it hurt. At first it was because he hated that he was treating her like this, leading her on. But then it was because he couldn’t feel that way. He had to pull away from her so it would hurt less when he broke it. But he felt his resolve falling and knew it was close to breaking.

“Yeah. I’m perfectly fine. I just needed to get away for a moment. You know how I am.�� 

He knew it was a lie. He knew she lied about something he wouldn’t call her out about. He studied her face and saw that she was doing everything to show she wasn’t lying. He knew she knew he was doing this. But he said nothing. He didn’t put her on the spot. Call her out. He just let her do it. Especially as everyone in her living room began to count down.

However, neither of them moved as their friends began down from 10. This was the closest he had been to her since Christmas. It was taking everything in him not to kiss her. Everything in him to not grab her face and pull it to his. But that entire work he was putting in was thrown out of the window the moment she brought her hand up and brushed some hair out of his face. And as she leaned in to him when their friends reached one, his thoughts to push her away were thrown out the window. As she placed a kiss on his lips. He heard nothing as he felt her softer lips on his own chapped ones. 

As she pulled her lips away from his, any control that had been left there disappeared as his hands on her cheeks and he slammed his back onto hers. The moment she let out a tiny gasp, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as he began moving them to the sink. Only stopping when the back of her legs met her sink. 

He pulled away for a moment, just to bring his lips down to her neck. And between kisses he asked a question that plagued him since he saw her come out in it. “Is this...a new...top?” He heard her humming in response, eliciting a small chuckle from him. “Is that a yes baby?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was soft and breathy, just above a whisper and he held back a groan when she did.

“I like it. You should wear it more.” He carefully moved her arms up so he could pull it off. His lips lingered on her collarbone, close to the center by her sternum, as he breathed in her perfume. It was a warmer one, a mix of vanilla and spice. He recognized it as the one he bought her back when she dragged him into Victoria Secrets when they were having a sale. He remembered her arguing with her that she wanted to buy it so they agreed that he’d buy her that and she could buy him whatever cologne he wanted. Which just happened to be the one he was wearing tonight.

His lips continued down her body as he got other noises from her. He only stopped when he heard a gasp, immediately pulling his lips away from her. His eyes looked over to see Y/N's sister-in-law standing there with a hand over her mouth.

“Shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve known what you two were doing when you didn’t respond. Fuck, I’m sorry. Um, Joe and I are heading out. I don’t wanna overwork my sister too much by watching the kids after she had a long week. But we had fun. I’ll see you later.”

He stood as he watched Jessica leave the room and felt Y/N/N's head fall on his shoulder. He listened as she ranted about how embarrassed she was by what just happened. How she had been hidden for nearly 30 minutes and then someone came to find her, just to see her making out with her boyfriend. So fucking embarrassing. 

He laughed lightly and joked, “At least we were just making out and not actually having sex.”

She groaned and buried her head in his chest, “I did not just say that out loud, did I?”

He missed the top of her head, “It’s okay.” He pulled away before leaning down to grab her shirt from where he had thrown it on the floor and handed it to her. After she slipped it on, he kissed her lips again. “You know I love you, right?”

She smiled and looked into his blue eyes, “Yeah, ‘course I do.”

“Good.”

This was going to hurt when he finally did it.

--

Leon knew that she wasn’t asleep as she laid by him. But he stayed quiet. He knew tonight would haunt him. He was supposed to be pushing her away. Not drawing her back in and making her feel better while he was just going to hurt her in the end.

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January 3rd of 2009

He knew she was hurt. He knew she was trying not to cry. Leon knew how mad and confused she was. He knew. He knew her too well. He knew that she understood none of it. Even after he explained. He knew that she saw him as the one for her because he knew she was the one for him. But he could stop. He had to end them so neither...no so she didn’t get her reputation ruined. He refused to let anyone think that the only reason she gets chosen for assignments is because they’re together. He refused to let anyone think of her as anything but the fucking amazing and talented agent she was.

He had promised her back years ago that he would never hurt her. That he would never be the one to break her heart. That he would be there by her side no matter what. But then here he was, breaking her heart and about to leave her.

In the end, all that he could say was, “I’m sorry.” And “You don’t deserve this.” He reached to grab her hand in an attempt to comfort her, but she jerked it away. Which he understood. He deserved it. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved better than him. “You deserve better than this. Than me. Than our fucked up situation.”

“But Leon, I like it. I love you. I don’t care about the secrets and the lies. I just want you. Leon, please.”

“I can’t.” He stressed, he still hadn’t said what Hunnigan had told him when he asked what would happen. That was why he was doing this. He had to protect her.

“Can’t what?” Her voice was stretched, he knew she was trying not to cry.

For a brief second, he thought that he shouldn’t do it, but as he saw her face, saw as she was breaking, he decided to do it. “Can’t ask you to possibly give up your job because someone found out! Watch as you have to get reassigned because Hunnigan already confirmed that it would be you. Watch as your life completely changes just so you can be with me!” He ran a hand through his hair, “That’s why we’re done, Y/N/N. Why we have to be. Both in this relationship and in our partnership for work. I already sent in the request for a new partner.” He hadn’t said that last part to her yet. But it was true. He did it yesterday. After she had left the office for the day.

“Leon.”

He ignored her as he walked to her door, he was planning on just leaving, saying nothing else. But as his hand reached for the knob, he stopped, “I’m really sorry Y/N/N. Truly, deeply, sorry.” 

He walked out after that. But he didn’t go far. He stayed there in the long hall. He brought a hand up to his mouth to stiffen the sobs that were threatening to fall. He felt his chest tighten as he heard her scream and a crash. He knew she was angry and upset. He knew she was blaming herself. And it took everything in him to not open the door and agree with her that they’d figure this out. That they’d find a loophole. That they’d be alright.

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February 18th of 2009

He shook his head, trying to forget that last time he saw her. Instead, he became hyper focused on Hunnigan trying to contact anyone on her team. The difference between her and them was with them, it called, but no one answered. He felt himself picking at the calluses on his hands, a bad habit that she always noticed. A habit that whenever she saw, she would take his hands into hers and hold them. He ran a hand through his hair as the nerves built up again when it went off that she disconnected herself from being able to be contacted. 

He hadn’t even noticed Hunnigan talking to someone through her mic set until she said: “Do you want me to assume her and her team are dead, sir?” He snapped his head to her. What did she mean by that? Why would they assume that Y/N was dead? She just went dark. Since when has it been the procedure to assume death when gone dark. “Of course sir, I’ll keep watch and will let Agent Kennedy know.” Leon narrowed his eyes at Hunnigan as she turned to him. “They want me to keep an eye out for if she pings a location in the next 48 hours. If not, then you’re being deployed to finish the mission and if you come in contact with her, call for an evac for her. But shoot to kill if she’s been bitten.”

Leon looked away from Hunnigan. He wasn’t sure if he could do that. Shoot to kill Y/N. Personal feelings aside, they had been partners since she joined back in 2004. Since right after he got back from Spain. Hell, she would’ve been with him if she hadn't had to get her appendix taken out and miss training causing her start date to be pushed back to where it was around 48 hours before he got back from Spain with Ashley. He had known her for 4, going on 5 years now. How could he shoot her, even if it was for the greater good? He felt his chest tighten and--

“Leon? Do you understand?”

He looked back at Hunnigan and nodded silently before getting up to leave the room. He couldn’t be there anymore. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He practically ran through the halls, not caring who looked at him. Only able to catch his breath when the cold February air hit his skin. He heaved, his hands on his knees and he leaned forward. He couldn’t do it. He knew he wouldn't be able to do it. He knew that he would get in trouble. But he would rather get in trouble for not doing his job than have to shoot her.

He just prayed that she pinged to prove she was alive. And that if he ever got sent in, he would find her. Alive or dead but not bitten. Not turned. He’d rather find her already dead than have to do it himself. He would never be able to live if he broke her heart and then killed her.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to live with himself if he broke her heart and then found her dead.

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February 28th of 2009

36 hours after she went dark they received the first ping. 11 days had passed since and they had gotten 8 more pings. Leon was at his desk, waiting for Hunnigan to tell him they got the next ping. But as the sun went further and further down, they still had got nothing. He kept telling himself that she was okay. That maybe she just forgot or wasn’t somewhere where she could.

He kept telling himself that it was okay and she was alive. That he had no reason to worry. That she would make it back to them alive.

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March 2nd of 2009

Leon looked out the window of the helicopter he was on. 4 days had passed since her last ping. Since they last heard of her being alive. They had sent him in the early hours of the morning to go finish the job and find her. They told him to not have hope she’d be found alive. The cold was horrid and she was supposed to be back by now. It was doubtful she’d have enough heat stored to survive.

But he ignored them. He ignored their warnings and pushed them away as he climbed down and off the heli and walked the remaining mile to the village her team were meant to be staying at.

It took him almost no time to find the abandoned snow-mobiles they had ridden to get there. Took him almost no time to walk into the small place they were staying to find the rest of her team all dead. But still, there was no sign of her. No sign that she had even been there recently. He told Hunnigan and she responded that she’d send someone once they found Y/N. As he exited the house, he grabbed the keys to be able to use one of the vehicles.

He drove through the town until he reached the point where she had gone dark at. It was by a larger building that stood out compared to the rest. But that wasn’t where she had left at. She had left off in a small home by it. He walked in and looked around, finding her tracker and communication devices in a box that had been covered in snow. A few of the windows had been shot through, he assumed it was from her. He walked up the stairs and saw that there was no way out from there. If she had been in there, she had left the same way she went in.

He walked out of the house and was about to get back on the snowmobile, to head to her last pinged location, but he realized that it was inside the large building and he would have to walk it. The sun was going down as the time passed 6 PM as he jumped the fence and ran around trying to find her, shooting those infected that got in his way. Which he was surprised wasn’t that many. He had expected more to be there, but it was like someone had already gone through and killed most of them. 

He ignored the fatigue that grew as he ran closer and the sky got darker. Or at least he assumed it did, there were practically no windows in this place so all he had was his watch to tell the time. He ignored the gnawing feeling he had that he was going to find her dead. That he came all the way to bring her home alive that he’d have to do it dead. That he kept telling himself that she’d be alright and he could apologize. He could tell her what Hunnigan told him when he got back. So he could apologize and let her scream and yell and choose what to do. 

So he could know if there ever would be a possibility that they could have made it. That they could have done more if he hadn’t let the possibility of what could've happened take control of his life.

As he grew closer and closer to where she had last pinged, he felt his heart drop further and further into his stomach as he saw more and more blood covering the floor. He kept telling himself that it wasn’t hers. It was someone else's. And he wasn’t entirely wrong as he grew closer. A body laid on the ground, he could tell the blood wasn’t even an entire week old so it had to be from around her last ping. He placed his boot at the dead and grimaced as he recognized him as the guy from last summer.

That told him why she went dark. 

He kneeled by the body, looking for what caused the bleeding, finding a few bullet holes. They weren’t accurate and he could tell that whoever shot them had a shaky hand. Making him doubt it was Y/N. One thing he knew he could always count on was her steady aim. Rarely would she hit a target in the wrong spot on accident. It was always on purpose. But, he knew the bullet holes. It was with a Lightning Hawk. It was like how he always had his Matilda, she always had a Lightning Hawk on her.

He stood up and continued on, looking down at the small device to see how much further and realized that it was to his left. He turned and saw a door drawn shut. He put the device away and grabbed his gun out from its holster and carefully opened the door. He swiftly turned to walk further in, something that at first seemed futile as he didn’t see her. But as he walked further in and looked around, he saw remnants of her having previously been there.

He kneeled by her clicker that had been pinging her location when she told it to was on the floor with some of the layers she had been wearing when the mission started. But what scared him was that there was a bandage covered in blood that looked like it had been sitting there for a few days. If it was her blood like he thought, that would explain why it looked like someone had shot the guy shakily and unsure. And so that nausea grew as the gnawing feeling that she was dead came back to him. 

He shook his head of those thoughts and got up, looking around the room more. As his eyes scanned, he saw that there was a trail of blood that led to one of the walls. When he got closer, he saw the faint marks of what he assumed had been someone moving the cement. He put the flashlight between his teeth and holstered his gun as he began to touch around, trying to find a weak point in the wall. When he did, he pushed in until it started moving. Once it was opened enough for him to slip through, he grabbed the flashlight from his mouth and upholstered the gun. 

He pointed the gun forward and slipped through the crack, he walked with cautious footing. He still found it rather suspicious that he hadn’t had to deal with much since he had gotten there. His senses were on high alert, feeling like there was a possibility of him getting attacked at any point. He walked down the dimly lit room, turning the flash on and off so for the case of someone watching him, there was a possibility of him throwing them off. 

But any want to not get caught and have the element of surprise immediately left his body when he heard gunshots down the end of the hall. He ran as fast as he could and slammed the door open, gun ready to shoot. But when he got there, he saw that Dr. Lewis was already bleeding out on the floor, but still reaching for her own gun. As he approached the woman, he looked around and saw Y/N laying on her stomach, gun on her non-dominant side, in a corner. And as much as he wanted to check on her first, he ran over to the doctor and kicked her gun as far away from her as possible. 

He kept his gun up and stood over Lewis, the barrel of the gun pointed at her head, daring her to do something. But all she did was laugh before coughing up blood. “You...you really think this...this will be...be the e-end? You...you killing me? Think it...it will bring that little b-bitch ba-ack.”

He knew he was supposed to bring her in alive. So they could question her. But Leon just couldn’t. He knew she had been experimenting on children more than she ever had with adults. The information Y/N had found and sent in before she went dark proved it. And something, some part of him, felt like no one who did that to kids could live. Maybe it was his belief that he still was doing this for Sherry. He knew she was an adult now and that she doesn’t need his protection anymore, but it didn’t stop him from making it his main reason. 

With his gun still smoking, and Lewis’s eyes going blank with death, he pulled it down. “Still stops you.” He looked up when he heard the sound of an alarm going off and his vision was encased in red. He should have known that killing the head would do this, but he didn’t give a shit. All he cared about was saving her. He ignored the blaring alarm and robotic voice saying that the building will self-destruct in 10 minutes.

He turned to run back to where Y/N was lying. As he got closer to her, he could see she was slipping in and out of consciousness. When he reached her, he placed a gentle finger where her pulse would be, he knew he should have kept his eyes trained on Lewis, in case she turned herself into something, but he didn’t. His eyes were trained on Y/N. She was covered in sweat and blood, hair clinging onto her. Her breathing was labored and she barely was able to keep her eyes open. He turned her to her back and immediately saw what the reason for the bleeding was. 

A large gash that went down her sternum. There was dried blood all around it and he saw that shittily done bandage that had moved. It was surely infected and was probably the reason for her sweat. He grabbed his device to call Hunnigan and requested a medical evac. He found Y/N and she was alive. They were in the building, but he was going to try and get her outside. Hunnigan informed him that she already sent one the moment he said the rest of the team was dead and they were 5 minutes out.

The moment the call ended, he gently moved one of Y/N 's arms around his neck before putting his arms under her body. Placing one securely under her knees and the other behind her back and under her other arm. He heard her groan in pain as he started to carry her out. Trying to figure out how to get to the roof.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N/N.”

“Leon?” Her voice was hoarse, barely there.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. I got you. Medic is 5 minutes out, okay? I’m gonna get you out. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Leon, please, just let me go.”

He shook his head, “No. I’m not doing that. I’m not letting you go. Not anytime soon.”

“But it hurts.”

He looked down at her and saw her eyes were closing again, “I know. I know it does. But I need you to keep your eyes open for me, alright? I know it’s gonna be hard, but I need you to do that.”

“But it feels better that way.”

He kicked a door open that led to stairs, “I know it does Y/N/N/N, I know. But I really need you to keep them open. Just until the evac gets here. Once they get us, you’ll be alright. You can close your eyes. Just keep them open till then.” Y/N/N/N. A nickname he came up with once when they were both drunk and abnormally clingy to one another. A nickname that he only used around her when he was close to breaking.

But she nodded, “Okay, I’ll try.”

He smiled down at her, “Good, try.”

He knew if she wasn’t injured and delirious, she would be yelling and screaming at him. So a part of him was happy she was, but most of him was scared that they medic wouldn’t get here in time and they would be fucked. That the team wouldn’t get there and he would lose her. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t lose her. Not yet. Not now. Not when he had so much apologizing to do. 

So when he made it out of the maze of a building, he let out a breath of relief when he saw the helicopter landing. Never in his life did he think he’d be so grateful that living Agents were top priority. That they’d rather lose the dead bodies and explain to the families that there was no body than possibly lose someone that could still be of use to them. Of course, he knew there was also the likelihood that they had sent two helicopters.

As he got to the Helicopter, he passed her body to one of the Agents in it before jumping in himself. And as they flew off, he helped close the door that he had jumped in from. For a moment, he stared at the window to see the sun coming up in the distance as the building exploded. But only after a second, he turned back to see the two medics already hooking Y/N up and getting her the help she needed.

He slumped down into one of the small chairs, leaning his head against the cool metal and silently watched as they flew to a hospital in Vancouver that was used to STRATCOM and the BSAA. 

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March 9th of 2009

Y/N's POV

Beeping. That was all she could hear. Her entire body was sore, feeling like she had been dropped from the top of a building. After a few moments of trying, she finally was able to open her eyes. But she instantly regretted it as the bright fluorescents welcomed her. She groaned as they tried to adjust to the brightness. She looked around and suddenly realized that she was in a hospital. That was the reason for the beeping as she realized how hooked up she was. 

Her throat felt dry and like something had been pulled from there. She moved her head to the side and let out a shocked gasp when she saw who was by her. She thought she had been dreaming. That the fever she knew she had from the infection that she knew had happened from the terrible keep of her cut had made her imagine he was there. That he had been the one to save her. 

She felt her hand move to reach out to him, but she dropped it when she heard the sound of the door opening. A lady, probably around her grams’s age, walked in. She had a soft smile on her face when she looked at Y/N and walked closer to her. Y/N watched as the lady began fiddling with one of the bags that she assumed was liquids to keep her from getting dehydrated. 

“You’re very lucky that boy got to you when he did.” The lady turned to her, “He’s a keeper, that one. He hasn’t left this hospital except for the one time me and another nurse forced him to get a hotel and sleep properly.”

“He’s just my partner--no, wait, he...I don’t know.” It hurt to speak, it felt like she hadn’t used her voice in years.

The lady raised a brow, “I doubt whatever he did will last long. You’ve been here a week and he’s had chances to go back to DC, but he’s stayed here.”

“Where is here? And what day is it?”

“You’re in Vancouver, it’s March 9th. Do you know the year?”

“2009?”

“Good, who’s your President?”

She genuinely had no idea. Graham had ended his Presidency a few months ago and she still had to learn the new guy's name. Only did she know the Vice-President. “I haven’t learned his name yet, but the Vice-President is Adam Benford, he used to be the CIA Director.”

“Hm, I guess that works.” The nurse chuckled, “You sure know a lot about him.”

She looked at Leon, “Yeah...the two of them are friends.”

“I should have expected that. Well sweetheart, we have you on a morphine drip to--”

“I-I can’t have morphine in large doses. It affects me worse than dilaudid.”

The lady took a look at her file and sighed, “Well I be damned, the nurse who did this completely ignored that it says no morphine.” She looked at Y/N, “I’m going let the head nurse know and we’ll get you switched onto, dilaudid you said? It works with no issue

“Yeah, every time it’s worked in the past it's been with no issues.”

“Alright.” She wrote something down, “I’ll be back in a few.”

Y/N nodded as that lady walked out of the room. Her eyes went back to Leon, who was still asleep in the chair, but she noticed how one of his hands was sitting on top of the bed, like he had been holding hers while she was out.  She gently took it in hers and brushed her thumb over the top. She wondered if Hunnigan ever found a loophole for them to work. If she ever found a way that she could use to show Leon they could have worked.

She watched as he stirred, his eyes slowly opening and blinking to adjust to the bright lights. He groaned before looking at her and she watched as he straightened up and took her hand in his own. She watched as his usual emotionless face turned to one full of emotions.

She gave him a soft smile, “Hey Lee.”

He moved the chair to be closer before he ran a hand over her, moving hair from her face. “Hey beauti--Y/N/N.”

She moved her hand to go back to rubbing the top of his, “You can call me beautiful. You got me out of there after all.”

“You scared me, y’know? I thought I had lost you there and I wouldn’t be able to tell you how sorry I--”

“Don’t, please. Just...just don’t. I don’t want to think about that. You’re here, that's what matters. That shows that you really care, even if you can be annoying about showing it.”

He gave a small smile, “Yeah, but I really am sorry for not...talking to you. It was fucking Stacey who walked in and he threatened to expose us. I just didn’t want your life to get fucked over.”

“Why would mine?”

He sighed, “Hunnigan said that unfortunately, STRATCOM would rather lose you than me. So if they had found out, they would have displaced you. Put you in another department or place you with one of the other offices. But we wouldn’t be able to see each other anymore.”

“And you were scared I would argue and say it was nothing.”

“Yep.”

She looked over to the other side, “I hate when you’re right.”

She heard him chuckle, “It’s a rare feat, but one that can happen.” She looked back at him and smiled, but the smile fell as she began to think. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you call for a new partner?”

He let out a big sigh, “Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing your broken face everyday. Be right by you, pretending to be a supportive friend while you move on.”

She scoffed, “Yeah, me moving on would’ve taken a lot. Trust me. I even asked Hunnigan to find loopholes in the rules for us to be together.” She sighed, “I guess she never found one cause she never told me.”

He laughed awkwardly and she raised an eyebrow, “Well...that’s not necessarily true.”

“What?”

“She found the loophole after you went dark.”

“And she told you?”

“So I might have come in drunk one day, felt bad because I did that because I drove drunk, and asked her to drive me back to my apartment. It was like I could hear you in my head getting mad, not because I showed up drunk, but because I drove drunk. So while she was taking me to my place, I might have spilt that I fucking hated what I did to you and wished that there was some fucking way for us to work and she might have told me the way it could. The small loophole that you asked her to go looking for.”

“What is it?”

“A lifetime commitment that we both said we weren’t ready for.”

“Kids?”

He snorted, “No. Not that.” He moved and dug in his pocket before handing her a small dark blue velvet box. She felt her heart in her throat. “Yeah...that’s the commitment.”

She opened the box to see the ring. It was simple, not over the top. Two diamonds with a sapphire in the middle on a silver band. She let out a shaky breath before looking at him, “When did you get this?”

“Um...a while ago actually. Last summer, I believe.”

She laughed slightly, “That was why you asked me what my ring size was.”

He laughed as well, “Yeah, I expected you to catch on.”

“But...that was before we talked about marriage.” She looked at him, “That was why you asked me, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged, “I realized that I would rather have a possible answer than make you uncomfortable.”

She smiled and for some reason, she leaned over to him and kissed his lips softly. “Why don’t you ask me now.”

“What?”

Her voice was soft, “Just ask that four word question.” She brushed some hair out of his face, “My answer won’t be dependent on it being the only way for us to be together and work together.”

He smiled, “Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

She smiled, “Yes.” She kissed him again, “Y’know, I would have said yes if you had asked me at Christmas.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “Mhm, that was around the time that I realized that even though marriage is a big commitment and we both have our issues with commitment, I was sure I would be able to fully stay with you. Was it partly because you’re the only guy I’ve ever been with that can handle me when my brain can’t function so I just shut down? Possibly. But it also had to do with the fact I can’t see myself with anyone else but you and every time I imagine a future, you’re always there.”

Now it was his turn to brush hair from her face, “So we could have avoided these past few months if I had just looked at the handbook for a loophole?”

She nodded, “Yep. But that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

He laughed, “Good.”

She closed the box and handed it back to him, “Hold onto it for me until we head back to DC.”

He took it and placed it back in his pocket, “I love you, you know that right?”

“I questioned it for a while, but yes, now I do.”

He laughed, “Good.”

They were silent for a few minutes until she looked him dead in the eye, “Can you promise me one thing, Leon?”

“What is it?”

“Never let me go, please? Promise me if you ever start to get insecure with anything in our relationship that you will tell me and we work on it.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her hand, “I promise.”

She smiled, “Good.”

[electra-cupide]

oh boy note going on another rant again. okay I kinda need to just say it because this thought has been brewing in my mind for a while.

I could be overthinking it but I think a thing that really bothers me within the yandere vn community is the gatekeeping and toxic nature of some of the people within it. Now I am not saying everyone within the community are like this, there are many creatively kind and wonderful people in the community aswell, they just tend to get drowned out by the bad apples. But I have noticed some common behaviors within here that irk me. for example: the entitlement of some people here.

Some folks really seem keen on arguing which interpretation of a yandere character is valid, which sometimes results in them dragging other game creators for having certain character traits they don’t like within that developers yandere oc. Every so often I see someone yambling on about how: “this person’s interpretation of a yandere is wrong! And my interpretation of how a yandere should be is the only correct one!” 

Or people will argue: “Oh you’re portraying your yandere oc as a morally dark and fucked up character? That must means you condone the actions they do! You’re a terrible person!!” or on the other end people will also argue: “You’re portraying your yandere oc with a softer interpretation? Your character isn’t valid because they aren’t a real yandere, cringe!!” (or some people like to tear other yandere developers down just because they don’t like the way their character is written)

Guys, why are we even arguing about which interpretation of a yandere is right? We’re the yandere vn community ffs…correct me if I’m wrong but I thought the whole point of this community is that many people within it are creating unique and different interpretations of yandere characters because before there were scarcely any as we were only left with the same stereotypical yandere media that didn’t seem to vary much in terms of diversity and range, and because of that we put our minds to it to create our own twist and interpretation of how yandere characters can vary.

If people want to create a yandere character that has similar traits to a pre-existing yandere characters then so be it. If people want to create something completely original and new then cool! That’s great! Whether people want to create a softer version of a yandere, that is valid. If people want to create a yandere thats completely insane and messed up in all different ways, That is also valid. There is not one specific way a yandere character should be ultimately described as. (While I do agree that there are times when a yandere character honestly isn’t written that good in a piece of media.)

On a separate note I also seem to notice that the word romanticize seems to be thrown around a lot when it comes to developers. (Usually it involves of some people assuming that just because a creator creates a yandere oc that morally isn’t a good person. Apparently that automatically means the creator supports that characters actions??) Or if a creator includes dark content in their game people like to accuse said developer of romanticizing or fetishizing that type of content.

Just because said content is put into a game that doesn’t mean the creator supports that type of content. If people enjoy darker types of media then so be it, fiction lets us explore different and complex topics and people should be able to write what they want. (Same goes for the people that consume this type of content and enjoy it. If they are sensible enough to separate fact from fiction. I don’t see anything wrong with it.)

For example just because one reads a book or watches a movie that involves murder it doesn’t mean that person that likes said media supports murder and thinks it’s cool. Perhaps they find the plot and themes gripping or interesting. It’s a slippery slope really-

But at the same time I do think it is quite scummy of a creator to state to the audience: “Hey! (insert character here) is supposed to be a bad person, you’re not supposed to like them! This isn’t romantic!” But then proceeds to romanticize said character they told the audience not to romanticize. This type of behavior is honestly just disgenuine and pretty hypocritical. (I’ve seen this happen long ago back when the community was smaller)

Honestly my take away from this? Not every yandere character that is created is going to be automatically loved by people. Some people may dislike that character. And that’s alright, perhaps that type of yandere character isn’t for them. (I mean as I said before yandere characters are all written differently. Some are similar. Some aren’t. And that’s okay.) 

My only issue is when people try to parrot around the idea that there’s only one definitively correct portrayal of a yandere, and that other interpretations are wrong because they have certain traits they find themselves not liking. Therefore to them, it just means they suck. (Which isn’t true) Or people are just outright rude about it and drag creators yandere oc’s just because they don’t like that oc.

[blade-liger-4ever]

So, I've decided to start something.

Well, a series of somethings.

I've had some Star Wars AU ideas as of late, which I'm thinking of turning into little ficlets that will be posted on Tumblr. If I feel bold enough from my experiences here, I may transfer them over to my WordPress account, but time will tell on that front. In most of these fanfics (which hopefully won't be long - or not, we'll see), there are going to be featured a couple of OCs, as well as established character/OC relationship(s) over previously established pairings. Many of you will probably be discontent over this, however, I will do my best to explain these new pairings and why I was dissatisfied with the original love interest.

Before I get into that however, I will introduce one of these OCs, who was also inspired by the lost potential of one of Disney's most recent princesses.

Click below, and you shall see Starkiller/Galen Marek's AU love interest: Raya Karimi, descendant of the noble House of Zakuul.

Now, before we get going, let me say something: I do not hate Juno Eclipse. I did, however, find the connection between her and Galen...a little unsettling. I am not saying it was unhealthy or toxic, nor am I saying that Juno should have never been in the same room as Galen. That said, it seemed, at least in the second game for sure, that Galen was over-relying on her and putting too much of his needs/hopes on her for his own good. And no, I'm not agreeing with what the narrative said about Vader having control over Galen so long as she lived. I think what I'm trying to say is that, she ended up being a Living Emotional Crutch for him, and that trope - whether applied to a man or woman, in real life or in fiction - deeply unsettles me. The idea that someone needs another person in order to operate as a human being, or to be kept from totally falling apart...it doesn't sit well with me, and, I suppose, scares me. I don't want that for either of them, hence a new love interest for Galen.

Now, whether or not Juno lived after that final cutscene in Force Unleashed II, I confess, for the purposes of this AU...Juno does die. In the main Star Wars universe that I envision, she does live, but for the purposes of my story, it only makes sense that she is killed by either Darth Vader or Boba Fett. Galen can only do so much to protect her, and moreover, the likelihood of either of those villains killing her is extremely high. PROXY will, quite possibly, be at least salvageable here as well; I don't yet know if he will be a series of pieces that Galen and Raya and their other two crew members will have to put back together, or have his parts integrated into a separate unit. Considering I gave Raya a revamped HK-77 assassin/protocol droid as her muscle pre-meeting Galen (HK-77s are from Legends, by the way; look them up), PROXY's role may be redundant, in which case, some of his salvageable components would be used for HK.

She will also have a small, cat-dragon hybrid known as a felico. Her name is Tapi, and I'm trying to picture her as a traditional Asiatic/Japanese dragon, but one that is small enough that she can easily climb onto someone's shoulder. I picture the same body style, but with shorter whiskers, dexterous talon-like paws, feathered wings of proper proportion, and some fur that helps her with sneaking some items off bad guys, or just all the way around enhance her cuddliness. Color wise, she might be all black or shades of gray with bright green eyes.

Raya I envision as one of the few survivors of the noble family from Zakuul, with perhaps a smidgeon of Force-sensitivity. Her family had guarded artifacts from the Old Republic Era (the time of Revan in SW:KOTOR to SW:TOR, for reference), and so she was trained in the use of both melee and ranged weapons. She was an energetic child, and a prodigy when it came to most topics, although she worked exceptionally hard to get good at working with starship systems and repairs. The Empire eventually came to Zakuul for those same artifacts, around the time Raya was twelve or fourteen. The planet attempted to fight, and was soon overpowered; however, many managed to take off with the artifacts, hiding them away from Imperial eyes. Raya was captured after one battle, and after some time, forced to watch her father's public execution. This sent her into a blind rage, and before she knew it, the squadron that had been detaining her lay at her feet in pools of blood and missing limbs. Shaken by her own actions, she managed to escape, and spent the next six or eight years bouncing across the galaxy as a freelance agent for hire. However, Raya never worked with the Empire, and even though she made apparently shady deals, it was all in the effort to locate those missing artifacts, which she managed to hide with the aid of the hidden in plain sight Jedi Haja Estree.

Following one lead on the edge of the Outer Rim/Wild Space from their efforts on Tanalorr, Raya comes across the remains of the Rogue Shadow on an unnamed planet, the owner of whom, Galen Marek, has resided in for almost a month. He's full of anger, but her stubbornness, humor, and clear disdain for the Empire manages to convince him that she is an ally and not an enemy. Working together, they leave the planet and attempt to return while being side-tracked by HK-77 picking up old, disconnected transmissions from something ancient - so ancient, in fact, that it could be a cache of artifacts from the time of Revan....

I hope you find this interesting, and if you want more, please feel free to check in for updates on it!

[bihansthot]

Figured I'd pop in and ask you this question:

So I'm writing some lore for my oc and I was wondering if you had any sources for how Bi-Han is as a brother. The thing I'm working on is supposed to be angsty given what Bodaway's backstory is, but I'm afraid that with what little I know about Bi-Han I might accidentally make him into a complete prick. Like I want there to be some tension and distance between my oc and Bi-Han but like not to the point of Bi-Han being ooc if that makes sense?

You don't have to answer this right away, as I understand you've got a lot on your plate. I know I've already said this, but I do hope things get a bit better for you ^.^

Hello love! So, I have a couple posts I’ve made in the past about this that I’ve mentioned it before here, here, here, here and here.

I feel very strongly that at least in Midway and NRS timelines not including MK1 (2023) Bi-Han was a fiercely protective yet asshole of a brother, the type to pick on Kuai Liang himself but kick anyone else’s ass who tries to start anything with his little brother. I’ve often rambled that Bi-Han protected Kuai Liang growing up and would often confess to misdeeds Kuai Liang was actually responsible for because he didn’t want his little brother to suffer. I personally headcanon Bi-Han has a pretty scared up back from being beat with bamboo (which was a common punishment in Imperial China) so often when the brothers were growing up. I don’t think you have to worry about making him too much of a prick because short answer he is one, long answer he’s a prick but he has good reason to be one. He’s the oldest, he has all the responsibilities and burdens that come with being the oldest brother as well as the Grandmaster’s grandson (their Grandfather is Grandmaster before Sektor’s father takes over which leads me to believe in the older time lines Papa Zero is dead, it’s unclear if Bi-Han did it or not). He’s treated and raised differently than Kuai Liang is, he’s raised to be crueler and colder than Kuai Liang because he should be the next Grandmaster or at least that was the game plan until Papa Zero dies. Bi-Han most likely had to kill their Grandfather or their father or maybe both in order to become the next Sub-Zero and to do that he has to kill his emotions at a very young age but he doesn’t want Kuai Liang to be the same way. So, he makes sure he’s always the bad guy so Kuai Liang doesn’t have to be, he always takes care of things. He’s a very dedicated and hardworking individual and had to step into the role of both big brother and father figure for Kuai Liang. They’re all each other had until Tomas joins the Lin Kuei and suddenly Bi-Han finds himself with two little brothers to look out for and protect.

I base a lot off this off of how desperate Kuai Liang is to find out what happened to Bi-Han in MK9 and in Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms (which isn’t really canon but it’s kharacter building so we’re gonna use it) he absolutely sobs about the loss of Bi-Han. You do not hunt down someone or sob about a loss if you don’t genuinely love and care about that person. So, that solidifies to me that Bi-Han was an excellent older brother or else Kuai Liang wouldn’t have hunted Hanzo down, he wouldn’t have been in tears fighting his brother’s killer, he wouldn’t be distraught with grief and loss and wouldn’t live on in his brother’s place if Kuai Liang didn’t love and genuinely admire Bi-Han. A bad older brother doesn’t get that, a bad older brother gets a “oh pity, did he leave a will?” I actually have another piece that touches a bit on their relationship but implies they were actually twins which you can read here. Bi-Han is an asshole yes, but he’s also a good brother, you can be both, my brothers are great examples of this. They are absolute assholes to each other and occasionally to me but still would do absolutely anything for any of us. They teased and bullied me growing up just like Bi-Han teased and bullied Kuai but they covered up for me when I got in trouble just like Bi-Han covered up for Kuai Liang.

Bi-Han is a very complicated, layered asshole, he’s not just pompous ego and bravado. If you haven’t watched it I would really recommend watching a play through of Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero it gives a really good idea on Bi-Han’s attitude of asshole but reluctantly does the right thing when he needs to. The story mode for MK9 is also helpful to see his attitude as a kharacter but unfortunately there’s really nothing showing Bi-Han and Kuai Liang together. So all we have to go off of is how Kuai Liang reacts to Bi-Han’s death. Bi-Han as Noob Saibot famously tell Kuai Liang that “we share blood but we are not brothers” because Noob Saibot is Bi-Han stripped of every positive feeling and emotion. Kuai Liang parrots his back to him in MK11 so they very much have a strained relationship after Bi-Han’s death but not while he was alive, I refuse to believe that.

Basically it’s up to a lot of interpretation because we don’t see any of their childhood or them even interacting with each other but I have written a lot on my take about their relationship. Like I suggested though if you haven’t already, please watch Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero, Mortal Kombat 9, Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle or the Realms and feel free to ask or DM me any questions you have. I’m also more than happy to give you my discord username if you’d rather chat there but I’m more than happy to chat about all things Bi-Han and Lin Kuei and discuss how their kharacter progression looks like.

That invitation is for anyone in the fandom if they have any Sub-Zero Bros or Lin Kuei questions, I’m not Boon or Papa Tobias but I have been playing the games since 1992 and have a very good grasp of the lore. I also love what if situations and extrapolating logical conclusions to those situations and think about Bi-Han basically constantly. I’d much rather you lovelies come to me than try and google things and wind up on the weird fan wiki that says Bi-Han is 36 when he’s 32 and gives Sektor and Cyrax fake names, spoilers Felix is NOT Cyrax’s name, it’s just a made up fan name used by this sketch ass wiki same with Sektor, they don’t have canon names. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas Vbrada are the only canon names for the love of the Elder Gods stay off this cursed fanmade wiki. Please. Also, I’ve said this before too but please, please don’t make the mistake of thinking Liang is a surname, it isn’t, Kuai Liang is his full first name, just like Bi-Han is his complete first name, the Sub-Zero brothers do not have a canon last name. Only Tomas has a canon last name in the Lin Kuei.

Ok I think that maybe answers your question, hopefully I know there was some powerful rambling in there. There’s a lot of stuff to sort through so like I said if any of you lovelies have questions please feel free to ask me.

@den-kunn I’m tagging you in this because I’ve seen you use Felix for Cyrax and if that’s a personal choice than by all means go for it but I don’t want you to be mislead by that fan wiki and think it’s his canon name when it’s not. I’m just trying to look out for you if you don’t want me to though that’s totally fine just let me know. I’m not trying to police anyone or anything I just know that fan wiki is notorious for spreading the wrong information and I don’t want you lovelies getting confused or mislead by the misinformation that wiki spreads. Because there are mean people out there that will start shit over the small inaccuracies and I don’t want any of you lovelies getting chewed out because this stupid fan wiki made something up.💙

If anyone else wants to be tagged in Lin Kuei or Sub-Zero Bros lore stuff and rambling then just let me know and I’m more than happy to start a tag list. Have a good night lovelies 💙

[ragsy]

Sid sent me a bajillion oc ask prompts which i am splitting up into separate posts for each guy! link to the original list at the bottom of the post!

5 of 5: Sloane

-What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up? Charcoal suit. White shirt. First couple of buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up. Leather combat boots. 

-Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without? Her gun. Duh.

-What is your character's favorite food group? [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

-Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks? She’s not bad at mixing drinks; she could have probably made it pretty okay as a bartender in another life.

-What kind of drinks does your character prefer? Nothing too elaborate, a simple rum n coke just a cold beer will do. 

-What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain? Curse louder than the thunder, then trudge to the nearest shelter. Not worth running for. 

-Does your character have a good sense of direction? She’s got such good spatial awareness that she might as well have a minimap HUD floating over her vision at all times

-What type of environment does your character like best? Small, nowhere towns where everyone knows something, but no one says anything.

-How willing would your character be to nap outside? She’ll do it, but it better be a fucking important nap.

-What animal would your character say best represents them? Feral hog. Born of pigs, gone its own way. 

-Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick? Oh buddy you better leave her the fuck alone when she’s sick, she gets CRANKY.

-Is your character upfront about their feelings? No. What’s it to ya. 

-Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help? She’d rather bleed out in the snow

-How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship? Unlikely– She likes messing with people too much, she can’t let them know she LIKES them,

-Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?   She’s got top-notch firearms etiquette thanks to her parents drilling her on gun safety since she was dubiously still too young to be handling one

-Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured? She doesn’t think so, but she DOES!! SLOANE THEY CARE ABOUT YOU! LISTEN! SLOOOOOAAAANE!!!!!

-How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership? Yeah, sure, fine, if it gets us out of this mess in one piece.

-Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?  Ehhhh, not really. She knows first aid, she knows how to put pressure on a wound, that’s about it.

-Who would your character say knows them best? Diane Fishwoman. She does NOT understand why that little freak seems to take to her so much.

-Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight? Sebastian and B. She doesn’t know their strengths super well yet, but they’re her team, that’s what they’re there for. And she’d do the same for them.

-How well does your character work with others? I mean, she’ll get the job done in a team project just fine, but she’s such a contrarian and button pusher she’ll probably get left to finish it herself. Which is probably what she’d prefer anyway.

-What would it take for your character to get into a fight? Really, not much. Like, at all. She’s rough n tumble.

-Is your character more prone to fight or flight? Fight. She loves punching. It’s enrichment.

-What words could tear your character down? “I just don’t trust you anymore.”

-How well does your character act under pressure? That’s when she turns into diamonds babyyyy

-Is your character good at practicing self-care?  Bare minimum. At least she’s not using 3-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash.

-Does your character have any allergies?  I don’t think so, but it would be incredibly funny if she were allergic to seafood.

-Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?  Depends on what setting she’s on. If she’s in Job Mode she’ll wake up to the slightest noise, but if she’s in Off Duty Mode she sleeps like the dead. 

-Does your character have strong willpower? Yeah, she’s a brick wall of a woman.

-How does your character relax?  Liquor and a porch chair, staring off into space. 

-Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night? She’s more of a night owl. A lot of her jobs need to be done under the cover of darkness, so she’s got somewhat of a nightshifter’s sleep schedule.

-How often does your character have nightmares? A few every once in a while, but you’d never know. Mostly about her failures coming back to haunt her.

-Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome? The aforementioned failures coming back to haunt her

-Does your character have a high pain tolerance? She’s tough as nails. She likes to complain, but her tolerance is still pretty high. 

-What is a talent your character wishes they had? She wishes she was lighter on her feet. She wonders what it would be like if she ever learned to dance. 

-Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

She used to really like hanging out at the local bar, but something weird is going on there that she doesn’t fully comprehend. So she’s had to steer clear for safety.

-Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies? She doesn’t have time for hobbies. Not really. 

-What is a talent that your character is proud of? She’s a great shot and she’s a daredevil behind the wheel of her car

-Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?  Indoors is always better. Fewer angles of attack to keep looking out for. 

-What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about?  Stories about all the jobs she’s been on! She’s got one for every occasion and context. She’d love to tell all about the reported extraterrestrial sighting who turned out to be just some snotnosed kid–

-Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at? Workplace appropriateness

-Does your character have any injury stories? Tons. Pick a scar and she’ll tell you what did it and how she wrestled that thing into submission.

-What kind of music does your character enjoy? Country, rock & roll, blues.

-Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else? She almost made something of herself when she was younger, but it was just one of many almost-success stories that ended with a rugpull. 

-What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else? She drinks like her dad. Cheers, you old fuck.

-What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about? Her arm. Don’t ask her about her arm.

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Dropping in out of nowhere here to ask YOU! yes you dear blogger, about your ocs. Please tell me about em :3

OH BOY I have so many uhhh. I'll just give a quick rundown + lore posts for the OCs who have one, since you didn’t ask anything specific :D May or may not put this in my pinned as a general OC masterlist too while I'm at it

Pokemon -> Max - Lore post + Visual reference - 25-30 years old, lives in Galar. She works as a gym trainer, first at the Dark gym and then in Circhester's Ice gym. She prefers Ghost types above all else but she's pretty well-rounded! She’s sweet and timid but also a little gremlin and I love her dearly

TLoZ -> Ethie - Lore post - Something about soulmates through time or whatever with Link (platonic or romantic, depending on the timeline). Descendent of Malon, although I might change her canon so that she just was Malon lol. She's also Beedle's sister! Most of the lore I've established is of BotW/TotK times, where she's a traveling blacksmith with a home-base in Hateno.

Spiderverse -> Apple Spider - Lore post + Visual Reference - A little shit who accidentally ruined her canon and destroyed her earth. Now she lives permanently in Nueva York/in the Spider Society building. She's a master in the art of being annoying but lovable, and takes on kinda the wine aunt/bestie cousin role for a bunch of the younger Spiders.

Sun Haven -> Autumn - Visual reference - Half-moth amari (amari are anthros, basically), and half-elf! She's gentle and kind. Loves just hanging out with her animals and helping people around each city, rather than actually doing much farming. Winds up making permanent residence in Nel'Vari, a hidden elven village west of Sun Haven.

Sun Haven -> Marlowe

- Visual reference - An aquatic amari of the shark variety! Kind of a piece of shit unless you’re important to them. They’re messy and loud and blunt but they’d literally do anything for those they care about (in the end, though, the person they care for most is themself). Moved to Sun Haven to be closer to water and become a monster hunter and adventurer. They were previously a tattoo artist in The Big City

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Lilith - Visual reference - A resistance Durge! Was besties with Orin and on the verge of marriage with Gortash before being lobotomized and tadpoled. Now she just wants to right her wrongs, or whatever -- she's absolutely horrified by her Urge.

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Aether - Another Durge! Same past as Lilith, except during the events of the game, she begins sorta morally grey and evolves into a frickin monster. She's one of those "I'll hurt everyone except the people I love types," and genuinely wanted to rule Baldur's Gate alongside Gortash. After The Brain(tm) offed him though she kinda just went apeshit and embraced Bhaal.

Pikmin 4 -> Ed - Visual reference - I don't have much lore for her lol.. she mostly does night expeditions because she prefers to be nocturnal and likes hanging out with the glow pikmin. She's super sweet but bad at expressing her feelings, so nobody really knows it unless they give her a chance to open up! Her affection can come off as aggression but she just doesn’t really know how to portray herself

FFXV -> Mari Vitrum

- “One of the guys,” but not in an annoying pick-me kind of way and more so the constantly-being-a-little-shit kind of way. She was a close friend of Gladio’s from childhood, which is how she met Noctis and eventually became part of his crew. She’s not a fan of Ignis (except for his cooking) so they kinda just tolerate each other lol, she and Noct bicker like siblings, and she’s besties with Gladio and Prompto. She prefers to fight with daggers, taking more of an assassin approach and fights SUPER recklessly. Will easily have to use several phoenix downs during tougher battles, partially bc she gets dagger-happy and partially because if anyone’s gonna die, she’d rather it be her than her friends.

Stardew Valley -> Elise

- A lot like Sebastian in that she’s spent most of her life staying indoors nerding out, looks almost sickly pale, and wears black hoodies a lot. She only moved to Pelican Town to escape Joja and Zuzu’s high rent, really. She’s more focused on having a ton of animals (mostly to hang out with) and only keeps a few small patches of crops. Has her nose pierced and 3 ear piercings on her right side, but only 1 ear piercing on her left, in short because she got lazy. She has a vampire bite tattoo on the left side of her neck and constantly gets roasted for it (she goes along with it like a champ), as well as a sloppy self-made stick and poke tattoo over some self harm scars that says “I lived, bitch.” Still unsure of where I’m gonna plop that down on her

Fields of Mistria -> Kimi and December

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Guys...guys the voices consumed me. I made an Dandy's World OC...😔

Name: Twist(Called Twisty by her friend Meta)

Pronouns: She/Her

(Adult)

Type: Distractor/Support

Stats:

Health: ♡♡♡

Skill Check: ☆

Movement Speed: ☆☆☆☆

Stamina: ☆☆☆☆☆

Stealth: ☆☆

Extraction Speed: ☆☆☆

Game Mechanics(Playing):

Requirements to buy:

3000 Ichor

100% research on Twisted Meta

Dandy dialogue when buying her:

“Ah, Twist! I often see her playing with Toodles.”

Active Ability: Lullaby

Lowers speed of any twisteds in range by 15% for 25 seconds. Has a cooldown of 45 secs. Helps people catch their breath/regen stamina.

When in a run with another player who's using Meta, she'll get a speed buff of 10%. If there's a Twisted Meta on a floor, she'll get a -10% speed debuff. The player using Meta and Twisted Meta(if on the same floor) cancel each other out.

Game Mechanics(Twisted):

Rare(Due to her song's hypnotizing ability)

Speed: Average

Attention Span: Average

Detection Range: Low

Mechanic: Has a song that will temporarily hypnotize the player into going towards them.(More details below)

Has a recording made for children to help them calm down that will eerily play once in a while. It’s become staticy and quiet since she was turned into a Twisted, and so is somehow hypnotizing. If she's spotted you and the tune plays, you'll walk towards her for 1.0 seconds. The outcome of this purely depends on if you have bad timing, how far away from her you are, and how slow your character is. If you happen to be playing the character Meta, you'll be drawn to her until she takes one heart of damage from you.

Half of the planets that normally would circle around her head have been dipped in ichor, and the other half have pieces broken off of them. The once pure white hoop that holds all the planets has also been splattered with ichor. ...You can see smudges if you look closely.

When she pauses in her walking(like Tisha), she’ll occasionally stare at one of her planets and reach up to tug it. It's a habit(caused by stress) she's kept through becoming Twisted.

Trinket:

Glow-in-the-Dark Stars

You’ll stand out more to Twisteds, especially on blackouts. The darker it is, the more bright the stickers. Lowers your stealth by 1☆ and increases Twisted Detection Range by 15%(towards you) on normal rounds, 30% more on Blackouts. Only useful for distractors. Not recommended to use for any other role, like extractors, unless you want the game to be a lot harder. Could be useful for being a backup distractor who needs to pull the twisteds away from the main distractor or someone else.(Oof…Shrimpo with Brick and this trinket, man.)

Twisted Research Description:

Crushed by the disappearence of her childhood friend Meta, the ichor would soon consume all rational thought this poor toon had in her head, includng all the memories she had. Now she roams the halls playing an eerie song that may do more than wanted…

Might make art for her eventually, idk. I kinda wanna make conversations and quotes for her too...like you know, conversations between two toons in the elevator, dialogue pop-ups when you complete a machine, use your active ability, etc?