#@the-rebel-brit

[krumpkin]

Another cool Triumph bike 😎

[glowing-arachnid]

Kyoki Demial, aka Spider-Glow, the designated spider-hero of Earth-5408.

Rundown:

“Alright people, let's do this one last time.”

“My name is Kyoki Lunar Demial. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last two years, I've been the one and only Spider-Glow. I'm pretty sure you know the rest.”

“I saved a bunch of people, I couldn't save my best friend, I saved the city and fell in love with Gwen and subsequently lost Gwen, saved the city some more...I couldn't save my dad, and then joined the Spider Society. And now I help keep the multiverse stable. And when I'm not doing that, I'm annoying Miguel, and hanging out with my best friends.”

Friends:

My Boss | @spiderman2-99

Other Spiders | @crybaby-spider (adopted little brother,) @spiderpunkofficial, @peterbsideparker, @spiderbite-from-0202 (adopted sibling,) @ruki-i, @nan0-sp1der (mama,) @i-love-vines, @noir-spider-noir, @ghostly-sunflower, @whodo-yourvoodoo, @whosmoraless,

Other Bitches I Like | @lyrate-lifeform-approximation

OOC:

Kyoki is my Spidersona, and as such, takes multiple traits from me. She has ADHD and autism, as well as anxiety and depression.

Her Spider-Suit is often depicted as various shades of purple mixed together with glowing webs in the standard pattern.

No smut here. It personally makes me uncomfortable + Kyoki is a minor!!! Don't pull that shit. Gore and all that is on the table however!

If you're not sure about reaching out to me, do so! I don't bite!

My main blog is @queermentaldisaster, and that is where I follow from!

Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

[ecto-stone]

We're not gonna take it No, we ain't gonna take it We're not gonna take it anymore

Laugh welp rip my other brain cell in the morning then Daddy is pulling an all nighter

[deansbeer]

♱ american made ⎯⎯ SOLDIER BOY.

⎯⎯ your encounter with soldier boy at the flatiron building proves he's nothing like his disappointing son, homelander.

YAP SESH! so this was meant to be posted days ago … but i got super busy 'n totally forgot about it. but it's finally up <3 love me some soldier boy every once in awhile too.

WARNING(S) smut | smoking | mild degradation ( towards homelander ) | semi-public sex | rough sex-ish | mentions of past relationships | strong language. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

୨ৎ JENSEN'S LIBRARY.

୨ৎ CAI BOT — based off this FIC.

you hadn't expected to find soldier boy lounging on butcher's desk, smoke curling from his lips as he took another hit from his joint. the flatiron building was usually empty this time of night, save for butcher who you could hear talking in the other room.

"well. if it isn't america's former sweetheart," soldier boy drawled, his eyes trailing over you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "came to see the brit?"

you shifted your weight, suddenly aware of how alone you were with him. "i needed to discuss some things about homelander."

"that fucking disappointment," he scoffed, taking another drag. "you know, hughie told me about you. america's sweetheart turned rebel. gotta say, that's pretty hot."

the way he said it made heat pool in your stomach. you'd heard stories about soldier boy, about his reputation before payback turned their backs on him, but nothing prepared you for the raw magnetism he exuded. maybe it was because he reminded you of homelander — or rather, homelander reminded you of him. but there was something different about soldier boy. something more primal, more authentic.

"what else did hughie tell you?" you asked, taking a step closer.

soldier boy's lips curved into a smirk. "enough to know that you're wasted on my sorry excuse of a son." he stubbed out the joint and stood up, closing the distance between you in two long strides. "tell me, sweetheart, did he ever make you feel like a real woman?"

your breath hitched as he backed you against the desk, his hands gripping the wooden edge on either side of you. "soldier boy—"

"ben," he corrected, his breath hot against your neck. "my name's ben."

what happened next was a blur of sensations. his lips crashed against yours, tasting of marijuana and whiskey. your hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his suit. he lifted you onto the desk with ease, stuff scattering to the floor.

"fuck butcher and his precious fucking desk," he growled, pushing you back until you were lying flat on the wooden surface. "been wanting to do this since i first heard about you."

your clothes seemed to disappear under his experienced hands, and soon you were bare beneath him. soldier boy took his time, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. "now this is what i call a view," he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

you could hear butcher still on the phone in the next room, his muffled british accent a reminder of where you were. but soldier boy didn't seem to care, and truthfully, neither did you.

he knew exactly how to touch you, where to kiss you, how to make you fall apart. each thrust was calculated, powerful, making you bite your lip to keep from crying out. his experience showed in every movement, every angle he hit perfectly.

"you're all mine," he growled in your ear, his pace relentless. "no other man gets to touch you, look at you, think about you. understood?"

you nodded desperately, your nails digging into his back.

"say it," he demanded, slowing his movements teasingly.

"i'm yours," you gasped, and he rewarded you by picking up his pace again.

the desk creaked beneath you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if butcher would notice the scattered papers, the slightly askew angle of his workspace. but those thoughts disappeared as soldier boy brought you to the edge again and again.

when it was over, he helped you straighten your clothes, a possessive glint in his eyes. "you should come around more often," he said, lighting another joint. "might make these meetings with butcher more interesting."

you couldn't help but smile, even as you heard butcher's footsteps approaching. soldier boy didn't move away from you, if anything he moved closer, making it clear to anyone who walked in exactly what had happened.

from that moment on, everyone knew you belonged to soldier boy. the boys never commented on it directly, but they saw the marks he left on your neck, the way his eyes followed you whenever you were in the room, the possessive hand he kept on your lower back.

and honestly? you wouldn't have it any other way.

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ x

part nine - part eleven

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ and while there's a lot of things you still need to work on, this is a great start to the new, beter chapters of your life

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ I think we needed a lil' cute to calm our tits 🥰 also, absolutely gobsmacked by the love this fic is getting and how involved you all are with it, you guys are seriously the best and I love y'all so much 😘

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y/nusername posted to their story

milliexoxo replied to your story

milliexoxo

someone's getting laid tonight

guessing you're not coming home tonight 🤪

y/nusername

go back to your coloring book

milliexoxo

wow, okay..I see how it is

no but seriously, are you coming back tonight or are you staying with lando so I can double lock the house lmao

y/nusername

staying in monaco, will be back tomorrow

milliexoxo

nice, I'll see you tomorrow then

have fun and don't do things I wouldn't do 😘

y/nusername

okay mom 😘

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y/nusername

📍 London, United Kingdom

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell and 539,678 others

y/nusername fifty shades of earl grey. 🇬🇧

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norry4 cute, lando took them to England 😭

milliexoxo talk british to me

milliexoxo not pictured, y/n losing her mind over a bookshop

↳ y/nusername that wasn't a shop, that was heaven.

milliexoxo okay..nerd

landoscar i agree with y/n, every book shop is heaven

yukisan girl stop bullying your mom, we've warned you before 😭

milliexoxo I'm a rebel, I don't listen to no one

y/nusername big imagination for such a little girl

norrizz god I just know zoë is getting spoiled by stepdad lando 😭

carlandooo Charles crying in a corner rn

↳ charliecharlie I mean that's his own fault lmfao

carlandooo true 💀

bradleyfewtrell please tell me you met max 😂

↳ landomax I just know millie will bully max relentlessly 😂

bradleyfewtrell and I just know y/n would get along with max and pietra so well!

norrizzlandoo lando and zoë 😭😭

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milliexoxo

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milliexoxo your typical tourist on tour.

tagged: landonorris, y/nusername, maxfewtrell

maxwellmax lmfao yes max 💀

landonorris ❤️ I nodnol?

↳ milliexoxo oh my god you're so funny lando!!!!!!!

norry4 took me a second 😂

landonorizzzz he's taking his annoying stepdad duties seriously 😭

landoscar I feel sorry for the people who don't follow millie and miss out on all this

charlieslec did she just casually expose lando and y/n??

↳ norry4 are you new here? 😂

maxfewtrell but why?

↳ milliexoxo because I can 🥰

yukisan are we all just going to ignore the fact that Logan Sargeant is hiding in the likes? Yes? Cool 😭

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y/nusername

📍 Miami, FL

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y/nusername week 6. 🇺🇸

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landonorizzzz aw lando finally made it to the feed normally instead of the soft launch bullshit 😇

charlesgirlies zoë 🥺😭

milliexoxo look at my girlfriend living her best life, floating around ❤️

norry4 are we official? Hellooo can I finally fully unleash thr landoy/n shipper in me?! 🥺

yourmumsuser my little zoë 🤩🤩

chilisainz zoe being the unbothered queen that she is

landonorris my girls ❤️

↳ landoscar SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT UUUUUUUP 😭

yesrislando brb going to take a bath with my toaster

maxmaxmax man's really pulled a max and stole another driver's girl and child 💀

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request John Constantine fic where the reader is a eldritch or an angel that's known the league for a while or they capture them but John knows them.

I'm a literal whore for that man 👹

John Constantine x Angel male reader

Headcanons

Reader’s bit of a black sheep amongst angels, cuz I feel like Constantine would go great with a bit of a rebel.

its honestly taken me too long to realize that lucifer from the show is the same lucifer as in the DC comics.

You had a bit of a past with John Constantine, with you being a bit of a rulebreaker amongst the angels and all. I mean, you still went to visit your brother Lucifer on the regular, even if you had been told not to.

Michael had scolded you more times than you could count, telling you not to pop in and out of hell as you please just because you want too, or to not just teleport to earth willy-nilly when Lucifer relocated there for a while.

It was at Lucifers club that you met Constantine for the first time. You didn’t really speak to him, but you did see how he seemed to truly get on your older brothers’ nerves, so you already liked him for that alone.

After the blonde Brit left, Lucifer would give you the whole spiel about him, complaining about how many times he had sold his soul, and all the trouble his actions caused in hell, and how much paperwork the blonde gave him.

After that you bump into him in other places. You like to party, you like to fight, you like to be a nuisance. And its not like anybody can stop an angel as powerful as yourself if they wanted. They’re lucky you just like to be annoying by nature and that you aren’t actually evil.

It ends up with you getting mixed up in some of the things Constantine get up too, even if its by accident because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You always just know that Michael is gonna be on your neck when you get back to heaven after each time, but hanging out with John is worth it.

Hes tried to get you drunk so many times, but it never works no matter what kind of stuff he pulls out of his coat. Being angelic doesn’t really allow you to be weakened by something as small as alcohol. But its fun to see him try anyways.

In the eyes of your siblings, even Lucifer, Constantine is a bad influence, and they’ll scold you for spending so much time with a mortal, especially someone as twisted on the ledgers as Constantine. You just always shrug, flutter your wings, and fly off to do whatever it is you do. Being the youngest has its perks, since it means you get away with quite a lot.

It was also this carefree attitude that got you caught and locked up by the league. They hadn’t dealt with many angels before, so in the beginning they think you are something else. Be It a mutant or a spirit.

You could easily escape if you wanted too. Something as weak as a man-made structure wasn’t gonna hold you, but you had been bored for weeks now, so why not see what happens. You do get pretty annoyed when they talk about you like you cant hear them. They don’t know you can hear them, but still.

Zatanna easily spots that you are of divine descent, but just how far up in the hierarchy you are is a bit lost to her, since they still believe you can be captured by human means. This is why they’re forced to call in Constantine, since hes the only one they know who regularly interacts with an angel.

The Brit has a good laugh when he sees you sitting on the floor in a cell pouting, your wings wrapped around you like a cocoon. At this point you just phase out of the cell to flick Constantine in the temple for laughing at you.

John is the one that has to explain that you could have escaped the entire time if you wanted, you were just a dick that got bored easily. The dick comment makes you huff and smack him with your wing.

After all that is cleared up, the two of you go out to drink like usual. I could imagine the league trying to figure out if you’d be willing to help them when times are tough, but to their dismay you just shrug and give a “if I feel like it”.

Constantine will later explain to them in passing, mainly to roast you, that you are the youngest, which means that you aren’t used to real work and can just do whatever you want, cuz all your older siblings baby you.

His chair disappears from right under him for that comment, so the league takes it with a grain of salt. In the end you help out if there really is no other way, since angels shouldn’t interfere with minor issues.

Most of the time on earth you spend with John though, since he matches your wavelength and isn’t freaked out by the whole angel thing.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Thor’s child and longing for a Midgardian

Thor Odinson x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anon 🧀: “hi!!! Can I reqs a thor odinson x daughter reader where reader is secretly crushing on a Midgardian girl. and you know how loki can basically read minds he figures it out eventually and everyday her and uncle loki sneak to Midgard to see this girl behind thors back, but funny thing is she's never had a crush before and this one being on a Midgardian girl she's like super confused. and one day thor catches them and she has to explain how she feels abt this girl to him and he's like "....welp i love a Midgardian woman too!" And she's like super relieved and thor goes and meets her(crush) and he's super sweet to her Then thor and uncle loki help her confess to this girl and one day y/n goes to her and just tells her how she feels and by this point they are like best friends so she's super nervous but the girl likes her too and she goes back home and screams to uncle loki abt how amazing she is and what had happened while loki is just laughing at her inexperience with partners.”

you were quite the rebel, you thought

asgardian royalty with a terrible secret: you’d fallen for a midgardian

and just how were you supposed to make that work, it was laughable

heimdall always made sure to cover for you when you made your “trips”

“be sure to be back by supper, y/n. you know how your father gets” -heimdall

“yes, yes, ‘we must feast, my child!’” -you mocked

“you’d be surprised at how much you and him have in common, young one” -heimdall

“he is my father, after all. i’d hope to be like him, although i fear i’m already quite more brave and strong than he could ever hope to be” -you snarked

“be gone, thorson/dottir, before you make me chuckle” -heimdall

lol ur lil human partner made u chuckle for sure theyre so fragile

oh, and they didn’t exactly know what you were…as in a nordic “god” from the realm of asgard visiting midgard against your better judgement

“your accent is so cute, what is it exactly?” -s/o

“uh, brit—austr—slav—it’s um, well i just grew up around, you know, that area with a bunch of different accents. bit of mutt.” -you

“oh, so like, you’re from new england?” -s/o

“there’s a new england? what was wrong with the old one?” -you

yeah you were not so good at hiding that you clearly weren’t from around there

but you were learning. slowly

meanwhile on asgard

“y/n, you have a strange look upon your face” -loki “might i acquaint it to…love?”

your eyes went wide and loki gave a mischievous smile that would normal shake you a bit, but this love kept you fearless

“oh, dont you give me that look, uncle. are you mad?” -you “ah, what am i saying? ‘course you are”

“oh do i have a look? no, this is just my normal face” -loki, sarcastically

“see, that i’d believe. except you’re truly a menace when someone is happy” -loki

“not to you, oh never!” -loki “so tell me more?”

you rolled your eyes and left it to the imagination, as you weren’t quite ready to let any details go yet

and even thor was starting to get suspicious

“my child, you speak of this love yet i have not seen them! and why do i hear this from loki, am i not your father?” -thor

“yes, you are, but it’s not a big deal. let’s not get lost in the details. just young fascination, might be gone by tomorrow” -you, desperately trying to throw off the trail

he gasps

“you are lying to your own father!” -thor

“am not” -you

“our lineage does not simply become fascinated one day and bored the next, who is this person you do not wish for me to know of?” -thor

you both stare at each other

your lips curl up a bit

his do, as well

“are they of another realm?” -thor

“how did you know?!” -you

“because mine is too!” -thor

“you lie to me?!” -you

“i just forgot to mention it” -thor

“convenient!” -you

“midgardian?” -thor

“…you’re good” -you

“like father, like child” -thor

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[mikotv]

Hehe oc

It was a normal morning in the 141 base, Soap was lying on his phone, Gaz watching over his shoulder. Ghost was watching the football and drinking tea, Price was reading a book.

However, that all got quickly interrupted when Michael got a large speaker and walked into the room, startling the four men.

“Tiocfaidh ár lá, get the Brits out lad!” They heard him sing- well..yell.

“Fucking hell.” Ghost mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“You work for the British army!” Price reminded Michael. “Yeah, I tried to apply for the Irish wan but the cunts didn’t let me since I lived in the North!” Michael was from the north of Ireland, very republican, but really, the housing crisis was..interesting! (Guys please idk if you can be denied the Irish army if you’re from the north so just go with it)

“Cause I’m a H double O D! Low life scum is what they say about me!” With it being St Patrick’s day, you best believe that Michael was going to be blasting Irish rebel music, and recently, Michael’s been obsessed with Kneecap.

This is short but I wanted to do something for st Patrick’s day:3

[artistmarchalius]

Cockney Rhyming Slang! ✨

I’ve seen a good amount of rhyming slang from Hobie in fics and I love to see it! I love language and slang; I find the origins and usage of words fascinating, so I thought I’d make a little post about it to offer up some knowledge, tips and suggestions that I hope will be helpful or interesting to both those currently incorporating it in fics, as well as to those who want to use it but might not know where to start. Or even to those who don’t write but want to know!

So here we go!

First, a very brief history!

Cockney rhyming slang originated from the East End of London in the early 19th century. It was originally used by Cockneys so they could speak in front of the police without being understood and was very handy if you had some dodgy dealings going on. It has since passed into common language and is no longer restricted to use by Cockneys.

So you can see why it would make sense for Hobie to know a lot of it if he’s running around rebelling against a corrupt government run by supervillains!

How does it work?

Cockney rhyming slang works by taking a word and using a rhyming phrase of about two to three words to replace it. For example: “Daisy roots” means “boots” and “Ones and twos” means “shoes”.

There can be multiple phrases used for the same word, for example: both “Trouble and strife” and “Duchess of Fife” mean “wife”.

A Cockney rhyming slang tip:

A little shortcut to make your Cockney rhyming slang more authentic to a day to day Brit is to only use the first word in the phrase. For example:

If I wanted to write “Use your head”, I could write “Use your loaf of bread” and that would be accurate, but it would be even more accurate to just say “Use your loaf”.

Another example:

“I haven’t got a clue”, which if you’ve seen Across the Spider-Verse, you would know is “I haven’t got a Scooby Doo”, is commonly shortened to “I haven’t got a Scooby”. This actually threw me off when I saw it in the cinema and I never knew why until I learned about the “first word rule” in an East End documentary the other night 😂

Other examples:

Bread and honey = money. “I don’t have enough bread for that.”

Rabbit and pork = talk. “He don’t half rabbit on”. Chas and Dave wrote a song called Rabbit, which is a bit casually rude towards women as many things from the 80’s can be, but it did give us the line “You’ve got more rabbit than Sainsbury’s“ which I find quite funny.

Butchers hook = look. “Let’s take a butchers at that”

Donkeys ears = years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys!”

I believe that back in the day, only using the first word of the phrase was an added level of secrecy to keep the police from knowing what you were talking about since it took away the rhyming portion of the phrase which the police might have been able to guess the meaning of. Only those who knew the rest of the phrase would know what the other was talking about. It has since become a more common practice to the point where many people don’t even realise they’re doing it (as I did until recently).

However, it is still perfectly acceptable to use the full phrase. For example, I’ve called someone on the old “dog and bone” (phone) and I’ve heard the stairs be called “apples and pears” but not really just “apples”.

Other examples:

Donkeys ears = years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys!” as mentioned above. It’s also commonly mistaken for Donkeys Years. “I haven’t seen you in donkeys years”. Although technically it isn’t the full phrase, I’d say this still counts.

Shortening and adaptations:

Over time, some of the phrases have been shortened and adapted to form new slang. For example:

Bottle and stopper = copper (police). I’ve seen a lot of use of bottle and stopper in fanfics and that’s perfectly acceptable. However, the phrase is more commonly shortened to “Bottle” or adapted to “Bluebottle” or “Mr Bluebottle” due to the colour of their uniforms. Also, “bluebottle mob” can be used to mean the police force.

Another example of shortened and adapted Cockney rhyming slang is:

“Pork pies” = lies. More commonly shortened to “Porkies”. E.g. “she’s telling porkies.”

Here are some other slang words that have their origins in Cockney pronunciation:

Wotcher - an informal greeting originating from the Cockney contraction of “what cheer” (basically meaning “hello” or “what’s up?”). E.g. “Wotcher.”

Bruv/Bruvver - brother. Used the same way one would say “bro”. Bruvver is a cockney pronunciation of “brother” which has been shorted to the more commonly used “bruv”. E.g. “Good to see ya, bruv!”

And there you go, some quick knowledge about Cockney rhyming slang! I don’t claim to be an expert on the topic, a true Cockney would know far more than I do, but I thought I’d throw my hat into the ring and share the knowledge I do have in the hopes that it will help or entertain someone.

I’ll make another post going into police specific slang terms since that seems to be something that is intrinsically tied to the Spiderman experience, as well as Hobie’s, even more so as an anarchist arachnid, fascist punching punk rebel.

I might also make another post about general British slang words. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s a specific area that you’d like to know about!

[hoodienanami]

United by a common outsider status, both rap and punk crafted identities un-beholden to industry constraints and expectations, resulting in music that expressed the frustrations and anger of their youth followers, in styles more abrasive and hard than anything heard on the radio. However, this was the ’70s, a time when race determined rigid geographical demarcations. Thus, years passed before these comparable cultures would cross paths; but when they did, at the dawn of the ’80s, a new hybrid was born that has since been variously called punk rap, electro-punk, hardcore hip-hop, rap rock, and rapcore.

Debbie Harry and Fab 5 Freddy. pic taken by Bobby Grossman. the Blondie song that references him, Rapture, was the first 'punk-y rap' song to be cut

Malcolm McLaren, manager of the Sex Pistols, hanging out with The World's Famous Supreme Team. pic taken by Dave Hogan in 1983. McLaren and Supreme Team's song Buffalo Gals helped bring hip hop to Britain and got the Brits into the concept of record scratching

while Harry and McLaren's attempts at hip hop are amateurish at best, their appreciation for the music shines through. along with the other punks mentioned in this article such as Johnny Rotten, they had a genuine passion for this art form and could see its importance to the landscape of music. they also made sure to include the black hip hop artists they admired in their work which in my opinion shows true respect for the scene they were being invited into

[highinmiamiii]

NO FEELINGS - ch. 02

🇬🇧 a prelude 🇬🇧

A/N: heeey yall, it’s been a second i’ve been feeling some of that good ol’ block lately. i wanted to make this second chapter a lot more detailed and maybe get a little nasty with it already but i fear my brain just wouldn’t allow me…so i hope you enjoy this flashback/prelude chapter with that tattoo scene in a little more detail that i had sitting in my drafts for what it is. leave a comment if you wanna be apart of my permanent taglist and any feedback or suggestions are welcome. thank you all so much for following and reading i love you so much! enjoy this while i sort out this blockage and come back stronger, better and hornier 😈 also i hope the switching back and forth isn’t confusing i attempted to differentiate for ya’ll

Her POV: back of steakhouse (present)

She leaned against the grimy counter, staring at the faded ink on her arm as her mind drifted. It hadn’t taken much—just one look at him sitting out there. The way his jaw clenched, cigarette hanging from his lips, the same damn way it used to back in London. She hadn’t expected to ever have to see him again, and now, as the memories came flooding back, it felt like a sucker punch to the gut.

London in the 90s. A wild, rebellious time. The city had swallowed her whole, but she’d been too busy chasing the dream to care. The music. The crowds. The life. And then there was him—Billy. She wasn’t sure what she saw in him at first. Maybe it was the same reckless abandon she had, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t give a damn about anything, including her.

Butcher’s POV (Present)

He lit another cigarette, taking a long drag, eyes narrowing as the smoke curled up toward the dim lights. Christ, she’d aged, just like him, but the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed much. Still that spark, that defiance. But behind it, he saw something else. Pain. Maybe even a little bitterness. The last thing he had in mind when coming here was to dredge up all these old memories. If he’d known *she*, of all people would be the one serving him piss poor American whiskey in a tiny little white sheer tank top, he wouldn’t have dared to show up here…or would he?

But London… yeah, he remembered. He could still see her, standing there in that grimy club, screaming lyrics at the top of her lungs. The way her fishnets dug into the meat of her thighs, her big messy carefree hair to match her attitude. That night had been pure chaos—loud, electric, full of bad decisions. She’d been wearing some old Nirvana shirt, looking every bit the rebel without a cause. That’s what caught his eye. A Yank, lost in a sea of Brits, and still holding her own.

Her POV: Camden, London (Flashback)

The club was packed, bodies pressed together in the heat of the moment. The shitty Sex Pistols cover band’s rendition blared through the speakers, the crowd was a frenzy, and she loved every second of it. She’d never felt more alive, more free. And then, through the haze of booze and music, there he was. A cocky grin, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, eyes dark and sharp. He looked like trouble, and that’s exactly what she was after.

They’d met by accident—literally, she’d spilled her drink on him. He’d smirked, tossed a sarcastic remark, and she fired one right back. That was how it started. The banter, the late-night pub crawls, the music they bonded over. Sonic Youth. The Clash. Pearl Jam. They’d spent hours talking about bands, trading tapes, dissecting lyrics. He was tough, but he got it. He understood the frustration, the rebellion that was running through her veins. And she loved him for it.

Butcher’s POV: (Flashback)

She’d been a live wire from the moment they met. Mouthy, sharp, full of opinions. But bloody hell, she knew her music, and she didn’t take shit from anyone, of course it didn’t hurt that she was the sexiest damn woman he’d ever seen in his life. They’d spent that whole night drinking and talking, getting lost in the chaos of London’s underground punk scene. She wasn’t English, not by a long shot, but there was something about her—something that felt familiar.

Maybe that’s why he stuck around. Maybe that’s why they became inseparable after that night. Camden was their playground, the pubs their refuge. They were both running from something—her, from a life that didn’t suit her, him from his demons, the ones that always seemed to creep in when the booze ran dry.

Her POV: Streets of London (Flashback)

They’d wander the streets of London at 3 a.m., talking about everything and nothing. She’d ramble about her dreams, how she’d saved up for years to get to London, only to find out that the dream wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. He’d listen, nod, offer some witty remark, and she’d laugh, feeling lighter for a moment.

Then there was that night—the tattoo. They’d been drunk, of course, stumbling out of a pub when he saw the tattoo parlor.

“Go on, love, get somethin’ that sticks. Like us,” he’d slurred, smirking like the devil himself.

She rolled her eyes, but she was too far gone to resist. “You’re full of shit, Butcher.”

“Am I, now? Bollocks to it. Get the ink, love.”

And so she did. Never Mind the Bollocks. The same words that were now permanently etched on her skin, a reminder of those wild nights, of him.

Butcher’s POV: Tattoo Parlor, London (Flashback)

He couldn’t forget that night. Hell, he couldn’t forget any of it. She’d been so fiery, so full of life. He’d loved that about her, even if he didn’t say it. They’d been reckless, sure, but wasn’t that the whole point? To live fast, to not give a fuck?

But then Lenny died. And the whole world went to shit.

He’d shut down, shut her out. There were no more late-night pub crawls, no more snarky conversations over cheap pints, no more music. Everything that once felt like an escape, even her, turned into a reminder of what he’d lost. And what was worse, he couldn’t pull her into the darkness that now consumed him. She was too bright, too full of life—life that he no longer wanted a part of.

He’d ghosted her, plain and simple. He’d watched her from a distance, knowing she’d be heartbroken, but he couldn’t give her any more of himself. There wasn’t anything left to give. And London, once the vibrant backdrop to their wild love, became a suffocating city, drowning him in grief.

Her POV: Pub in London (Flashback)

She sat alone at their favorite pub. The one they used to haunt after every show, after every wild adventure through London’s underground. She kept checking her phone, waiting for a message that never came. The hours passed, the pint in front of her went warm, and still—nothing.

He was gone.

She didn’t want to believe it at first. But night after night, the calls went unanswered, and slowly, it started to sink in. He wasn’t coming back. Not for her, not for the life they’d carved out together. London, once her grand adventure, started to feel like a prison without him. The streets that used to be filled with music and laughter now echoed with silence. And every time she looked down at her arm, at the ink that now felt like a cruel joke, her heart twisted in pain.

Butcher’s POV: Steakhouse Booth (Present)

He snuffed out the cigarette, a bitter taste in his mouth that had nothing to do with the smoke. Sitting here now, seeing her again after all these years, the memories were crawling back. The nights they spent in each other’s arms, the reckless abandon, the laughter… and then, the way he left her. Cold. Brutal.

He had his reasons, sure, but none of them would make a difference now. She hated him, that much was clear. And maybe she had every right to. He’d left her to fend for herself, knowing she’d have no way of surviving in London without him. But at the time, it felt like the only way to save her from the wreckage of his life.

Her POV: Backroom of the Steakhouse (Present)

She could hear the chatter of customers, the clatter of plates in the kitchen, but it all faded into the background. All she could think about was the way her life had fallen apart after he left. She’d had to scrape by, working whatever jobs she could get, barely keeping her head above water before finally fleeing back to the States.

And now, here he was. As if none of it had happened. As if he hadn’t left her stranded in a foreign country with nothing but a damn tattoo and a broken heart. She could feel her pulse quicken, her chest tightening with anger, with hurt. She wanted to storm out there, demand an explanation, shout at him for all the years she lost trying to pick up the pieces.

But instead, she stayed put. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d wrecked her. Not after all this time.

Butcher’s POV: Steakhouse Booth (Present)

He knew she was out back, probably stewing in her thoughts, just like he was. A part of him wanted to go to her, to explain, maybe even apologize for how things ended. But the other part—the part that still felt the weight of Lenny’s death, of everything he’d lost—kept him glued to the booth.

What was the point in dredging it all up? She’d moved on. She had to have. Just like he had. But then again, why did it feel like seeing her was pulling him back into that old life, back into those nights where it was just them against the world?

He reached for his glass, took another slow sip, eyes fixed on the dim light of the restaurant. Whatever they had back then, it was long gone. But seeing her now, it felt like a piece of him still lived in those London nights, still ached for the chaos and the connection they shared.

Her POV: Backroom of the Steakhouse (Present)

She pushed away from the counter, straightened her apron, and steeled herself. He could sit there and sulk all he wanted, but she wasn’t about to fall back into the past. Not with him. Not after everything. The memories still hurt, sure. But she wasn’t that same girl anymore, and she’d be damned if she let him drag her back to that place.

As she headed back out into the dining area, she caught sight of him again, sitting there like a ghost from her past. It was strange, how someone could look so different and yet so much the same. His face was more lined, his hair grayer, but that smirk, that swagger—it was all still there.

She had half a mind to walk right past him, pretend like he didn’t exist. But something inside her—maybe the part that still hurt, still remembered what they had—wouldn’t let her.

Butcher’s POV: Steakhouse Booth (Present)

And there she was, moving through the restaurant, that same defiance in her step. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret—just a small one, mind—but it was enough to remind him that they hadn’t been all bad together. They’d been wild, reckless, and young, but they’d had something real in the middle of all the madness.

As she came closer, his gaze locked onto hers. It was a silent challenge, like it always was between them. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him first, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down, either.

But the years between them? The ones filled with silence, with her hurt and his guilt—they hung in the air like smoke from a freshly lit cigarette.

And in that moment, Butcher couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, some things weren’t meant to be left in the past.

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current tags: @butchersdarkbird @scrmqwn

[vaguelyaperson]

after watching The Terror, my roommates and I were most amused by this Netsilik woman witnessing this crew of Brits absolutely self-dustruct in her own backyard. which got us joking about how it would feel to witness a group of non-locals fall apart that badly in your own area, like there's a violent mutiny on the DC metro cause the metro system was too confusing.

thus may we propose an au of The Terror: almost everything is the same, but it's set in DC. instead of ships and survival camps its the downgrade from a nice hotel to cheap motels. instead of lead poisoning it's a series of unfortunate events with spicy food, street vender hot dogs, and bad Chipotle. instead of the white expanse of the Arctic, it's that soulless expanse of faded white neo-classical government buildings. Crozier's alcoholism burns through their funds. James stumbles across a drag queen show and her egg cracks. there's no actual language barrier but somehow only a few of the crew understand USAmerican slang. there's absolutely a party that goes up in literal flames. instead of Tuunbaq it's the DC/Metro police arresting them off in batches (especially when said mutiny and attempted hanging happens on the metro). Hickey, with his god complex, proselytizes to his crew and the locals. the cannibalism still happens in the rebel camp (ie the dirt cheap motel.)

DC locals are fazed by very little of this.

[niko-aspin]

can we get a random facts about your oc, the violet/pink and blue wins: brit n hiro?

Aaaaaaaaaa i love them niko

1. they're confectionery bakers.

2. their lore related with evade

3. and was in rebel team

4. illegal place travellers (not time, just place travellers)

[dullahandyke]

'Waheyyyy proud to be Irish, sucks what the brits did to us, the famine was shocking, love the 1916 rebels' awesome epic follow-up question 1. What are your opinions on Irish travellers 2. When is the last time you described someone you didn't know as a 'non-national' 3. Do you discuss northern Ireland in terms of cath vs prod because Catholicism is mandatory to Irishness and vice-versa 4. Would you be surprised by the statistics claiming that racial prejudice in Ireland is rising 5. Why

[fiercefauna]

@tiredsn0w hello again - here is part 19 - 21. Next one, will be the last one - things are bit dicey now because it’s almost over.

To anyone else this is an SCP wiki project featuring 049 and 6118. The Doctor has issues adjusting to a new planet after an alien with an anomalous immune system peaks his interest, and affections.

Note - you can find the other parts by checking my earlier posts. Sp&g CREDITS - @ironymobile

Part 19.

“Something very big’s been through here. It seems impossible but, these things must have been hiding underwater.” 

Seedy shut off the blower as they pulled in beside the mass of mangroves that concealed the grand shelter. “These things? Seems there was only one.” 

“The only one we know about was dead, are you implying it came back to life?” 

“So you’re just going to go in there and explain to a room full of prehistoric monsters whose dead relative was in our freezer that we would like to speak to the planet’s most notorious assassin?” Tasha was silent. Seedy launched themself into the dark water before their sister could object. She decided to leave her dive gear behind as well. Hopefully, if she hurried, her sibling wouldn’t be starting any unfortunate conversations. 

While more aquatically adept than humans, (being able hold breath for 10 to 30 minutes at a time) the One of Kepler still prefer to be able to see where they are going. That there seemed to have been significant changes made to the submerged root scape around the shelter did not improve things. Tasha failed to find Seedy on the first attempt and was preparing to turn around when she grabbed on to something she couldn’t let go of. 

Seedy watched their sibling slide out of the water on the end of the big Zero’s tail, the terrifying gaze of 5a82’s resident Earthling, 049 greeting her. “Not so easy to move around out here, is it, dreadful damp, hot as tetanus.” The Doctor lowered his lantern, put his hands behind him and retreated a few steps. 

“Why are you here.” Five-aye regretted the tone, it sounded terribly rude. Seedy’s mouth was muffled by the oversized flipper hand of the already over-large, ancient Keplerian so Tasha answered. “You can’t stay here. Either the rebels or the Feds will kill both of you in the process of fighting over you and then kill each other and then all the rest of us.”

5a82 slumped on to a carved outcrop, causing his friend to fuss over him. “I’m fine! Try to relax!” The Doctor wasn’t ready to go back, but this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss the man’s mental issues. 

“WE COME IN PEACE!”

Landing lines fell down the shafts of soft light piercing the dome of the root shelter and dark shapes descended from them. 

The amplified announcement followed the soft whir of a Vahwhol’s textured blades. 7cb7 never thought they’d be dropping out of one these things like a meat drone on it’s way to a war crime. The Aven landed beside them, with the grunt of someone getting on in years, it didn’t immediately occur that their own legs had shocks. A small circle of security Twos moved inward.

5a82 approached with a weapon, but made a show of pointing it at the floor, he saw the Aven and just - froze. 

“Simply Beautiful. Sure, the new units are healthier relatively speaking, but the compulsion to chain of command - second to none here.” 

“Is not your dog!” Lover-bird slipped in front of his Asu, challenging the Aven as best he could in his broken language. 

The Aven was slow to respond so 7cb7 stepped forward, hoping their English wasn’t too embarrassing. It was possible all the white-coats learned from private tutors and not a combination of internet videos and Brit-coms. “All this is our fault not yours. Neither of you seem used to being famous so let me explain that you can’t just go where you want without an escort.”

“Airborne intruder!” said one of the Aven’s Twos. 

The little guy was sufficiently back to normal to pull the Doctor into a crouching position, so a small, lighted drone could be shot down. “Is it press?” said the Two leaning over it. “Get away from it.” said another. 

049 reached for his thigh and tossed away a dart. He ran for the safety of his patient and its prisoners as fatigue set in, rummaging in his bag for a reversal.

A glue net was thrown on to him from a dark disk clinging to the ceiling of the root structure. The disk hovered over and began to enclose him in the claw structure beneath it - but was ripped apart and thrown aside by the instance. 

Five-aye saw the Doctor, still trapped in the netting, being carried into the water by his patient but couldn’t follow, for he had to shoot down another dart drone and dodge a second glue net from a second capture disk. Dodging caused him to stick to another. He aimed his weapon as the disk made a pass overhead. 

Three strategic shots into its inner workings sent it crashing to the pavers behind him. Greasing his dive knife with oil from the battered machine he cut himself free of the glue, and remembered, that he had once again been separated from his friend. 

Part 20. 

“Looks like the fog’s rolling back in.” Tasha commented as she was pulled from the water.

“Don’t say “l told you so” just don’t.” Seedy reminded themself. “She’s learned her lesson. We stuck out our necks and got squat in return.” Instead they said, “So - how do we convince the neighbors not to kill us?”

Tasha flipped a lock of wet hair away from her eyes. “I think the radio’s in the supply case.” 

Seedy opened the craft’s storage compartment and was confronted by the specter of death. 

“S-Sorry, f - force of habit.” 

Five-aye put away his gun, unfolded his small body from the cramped compartment and quickly seated himself at the prow, his back submissively turned to the siblings. So close to another murder, so close. So easily he’d drawn a loaded weapon. So many times, right-between-the-eyes. 

Seedy steered the craft into a root shelter and tied it. The Asu did not object. A long, tense silence followed. 

Tasha had to make the first move. “Okay, so you’re armed, we’re not. Do you want us to take you somewhere or do I need to further explain the concept of a hijacking?” 

“We need to find him.” 

“049? Do you have any idea of where he could be?” She stepped carefully over the thwarts and sat beside the small Two. It so happened that she’d managed to miss glancing over at just the right moment when the muzzle of the weapon had made contact with her sibling’s face. Seedy was well aware but planned to drink about it later, right now the continued safety of their world depended on a very dangerous, person-shaped animal getting back to the trained professionals. “We were heading back to the eel farm. It’s full of resistance, but I’m sure they’ll go easy on you.”

“Where else could I go?”

“Unless you have a better idea? That’s it.”

“Just - do whatever.”

Mists concealed them until they were within a span of the agricultural complex. At that point, the loud engine was powered down and they coasted forward on acquired momentum, the fan softly whipping the air.  Tasha put down her binoculars. “Did you radio in?” 

“Five-aye has it.” 

“Um could we have the mic? The people at the farm might think we’re a threat.” 

The boat stopped, turned at a right angle, then began to drift in a new direction, the siblings hanging on for dear life despite the slow, ambling pace. 

“It’s alright.” Five-aye carefully and conspicuously stowed his weapon. “Lazare knows where the Doctor is.” Fuck it, until he had a better name, the big instance was Lazare. 

Part 21.

“Wakey! Wakey!” The sound of 0pt8’s rifle’s casing being dragged along the bars of a cell made for exotic animals woke 4b80 from a pleasant dream about none of this actually happening. What the cell held previously was probably not something Seedy would ever divulge, though a smell lingered. “I’ll give you some privacy, just plug yourself in and show me the empty cartridge when it’s done. Don’t worry it’s fine. I still have a soul.”

Someone other than Feds and Resistance had needed to reach the lovers first, but drugging 0pt8 had still been a traitorous act that was going to haunt. The Two seriously considered imbibing what could very well be a tainted ration, yet if death was in that infuser it might not be a kind one. Letting the victim of an attack guard their attacker was never smart. 

It seemed like someone was trying to discretely remove the infusion device from the bars. Forby wasn’t sure the shadow in their peripheral was real but they whispered to it anyway. “I can’t vouch for the safety of that. There is no shortage of Two juice on this planet so why don’t the pair of you just stop trying to run away?”

The soft, metallic whisper had a loudness despite its low volume. It seemed the words would have been unmistakable even if they had only been thoughts. 

“Need him, he, the missing piece.”

“To what?” 

“Pestilence.” 

“Yes, he was hacked to produce an anti-agent for the Sentinel disease but we already did that. He loves you, and will be much better able to help you with the whole planet at his beck and call. There’s something wrong with you. You ignore certain things as though you can’t perceive them. You work yourself nearly to death, and can’t shut down.” 

“Useless.” 

“You don’t have to be useful just some kind of healthy! This planet is full of people grown in labs for Oseo knows what. We can treat the conditions that arise from that. Been doing it for ages!” 

Where was the guard? Forby had never really experienced a waking dream but there had to be a reason no one had responded to the sound of conversation.

[camillathe6th]

OC SPEECH MANNERISMS - Una & Nadeem

THANK YOU for thinking of me @glitchy-npc ♡♡♡ I love these. I think I did it once for Una, but I'll try it again for Una-outside-of-FHR, since obviously she has less training than if she were a regene -- and because it's a good character exercise I'm enclosing Nadeem's too under the cut though nobody asked. I'm sorry. Blorbo-body-language and actual-language consume my brain.

ANYWAY please feel free to ignore and skip my bullshit but if you're into it, I'll tag @punkranger, @the-rebel-archivist, @detectiveneve, @euelios, and @fialine. (Punk I'm begging for Angler I'm not going to lie to you).

Una Moore (not as Sidestep)

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ note: 2 and a half: English, Spanish, ASL (the two latters with mid proficiency)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: Yes / No

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other note: one rubber-band snap away from going apeshit, and visibly so.

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed note: bunched, tensed, mobile on her feet--assessing terrain.

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance note: stands at a distance UNLESS to threaten -- too close, entering space, finally maintaining that fucking eye contact.

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇 note: the emotion is there, but it's painstakingly capped: boiling under the surface.

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇 note: when she chooses to. Otherwise, clipped.

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. note: every and every profanity under the sun, except she's not a brit, basically.

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps note: None of these. She uses "fuck you" and "shut up", that's how you start a debate.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't. note: extreme engagement - banter, interruption, easy dispute, verbal joust, focus on YOUR vocabulary use, either to trap you or to point it out and put you on the spot -- a very frustrating, if challenging, conversation companion. Then again she wouldn't even talk to you if she wasn't invested, so. Yay?

BONUS

Nadeem Mani

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ note: English, Urdu, ASL, bit of Spanish.

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep note: low in pitch more than deep in tone.

ACCENT: Yes / No

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other note: so terribly smily. Smiling for free and shit.

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed note: not actually relaxed, but very good at appearing so. More actually relaxed (and more forbidding / aggressive looking) when his cochlear is turned off.

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance note: VERY reliant on hands and what you can evoke with them, even when not using ASL; also touch-heavy by extent.

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ note: his face moves a lot and is very moving: whether the expressiveness on there is true or not remains to be seen.

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 note: loves good syntactical subordination and a complex monologue. Not immune to the panache of Shakespeare, if that says anything. I wonder if someone ever told him about Hamlet's mommy issues... I need Una to point this out.

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤〇〇〇〇 note: please. He was raised right.

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤〇〇〇〇 note: if you push him enough that he DOES use profanity, creativity just became the least of your problem.

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never note: and when that happens, that's on them one way or another.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't. note: oh no, you're breaking before that conversation ends.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't. note: again, depends on whether his cochlear's on or off--he stops working on voice control if he's annoyed or comfortable enough to turn his implant off, and his voice and articulation stand out more (higher, looser) as a result. With the implant on, he works on not standing out and speaks lower than most. Bit of an Urdu-lilt to his English, especially in the w/v.