#✖ tagged.

[silkchvffon]

closed for my love @invcntions bc i am annoying

SHE'S NOT MAKING IT A HABIT, breaking into cooper's car. she's only done it once before and swears this will be the last — it will also be the last time she snoops through his notes to reveal his next mission, the last time she deems herself helpful enough to tag along without an invitation. it does sting a little, every time he plans to leave without her, all under the pretense of keeping her safe — as if she'll ever be safe somewhere he is not. she can't remember the last time she slept an entire night without being enveloped in his arms. « don't be angry please, » she's quick to say from the backseat of his car when he slides into the driver's seat in front of her. she leans forward, apologetic smile present on her lips as she breathes in the familiar scent of him; aftershave and soap and her cooper. « it's a long ride. you'll be glad for the company, i promise. »

[merryfortune]

Head ✖ Heart ✖ Hands

Written for the 5th Vrains Finale Anniversary + the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon

Prompt: Any, Any/Any/Any, heart + brain + hands

Title: Head ✖ Heart ✖ Hands

Ship: Saviorshipping | Ryoken/Spectre/Yusaku 

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS 

Rating: T

Warning: None

Word Count: 4,580

Tags: Eventual Polyamory, Canon Retelling, Canonical Character Death, Missing Scene

   “So what are the other victims like?” Takeru asked. “Do you know?”

   It was an understandable question. Yusaku had wondered that himself after all.

   “Aside from you, I’ve met two others.” Yusaku replied.

   “I see. I bet one’s Kusanagi’s little brother, yeah?” Takeru guessed.

   “Yeah. I met Jin briefly. Kusanagi took me to the facility where he lives and gets help. He’s a little shy but I can tell he’s a gentle soul underneath it all. We didn’t talk much but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. I didn’t say anything but I think he knew instinctively who I was - or Kusanagi told him advance but not me. Who knows.” Yusaku said. “I remember a nurse walked by and dropped a pen, he was straight up to pick it up for her and she remarked that was something he did all the time, that he loves to be helpful.”

   “Ah. Neat.” Takeru replied.

   “But um… I have met one other victim.” Yusaku replied.

   It was here that he started to get cold feet as he saw flashes of Spectre’s face on the back of his eyelids when he blinked. His face was twisted and gruesome in his vile happiness. Yusaku’s stomach knotted and he licked his lips. His pause made Takeru glance his way and Yusaku finally piped up.

   “I don’t know his real name for sure but I duelled him.” Yusaku said. “He goes by Spectre. I imagine that he goes by it offline but I have no idea. I’ve never met him face to face like this, only in the VRAINS.”

   “Spectre?” Takeru shuddered. “What a creepy name. What’s he like?”

   “Insane.” Yusaku blurted out without thinking.

   Takeru laughed.

   “He, uh, he’s a bit different to you and I, or even Jin. He’s not someone I thought could exist but he very much does. I think he lives here in Den City but I’m not sure.” Yusaku replied. “He plays a deck called Sunavalon, it’s a protect the castle style strategy which collapses if you can neutralise his centrepiece monsters, of which he has four. They’re all evolutions of each other, the same tree growing bigger and bigger.”

   “And stronger and stronger?” Takeru rolled his eyes.

   “Not really.” Yusaku replied. “Most his Monsters have zero attack, including his aces. His main beater can get up to four thousand but starts on the board with eight hundred.” He recalled.

   “I see. So why’d you duel him?” Takeru asked. “You don’t look like you duel for fun. I sure as hell don’t.”

   “Oh, I forgot. I got caught up in his… everything else. He’s the second-in-command of the Knights of Hanoi.” Yusaku replied. “I also believe he’s legally dead?”

   “What?!” Takeru exclaimed. “Start with that first, not the intricacies of his deck.”

   “Sorry! It's important!” Yusaku sputtered back. He sighed and twisted around in his office chair. He did some typing on his keyboard and got an obituary up. He had it in his favourites for a reason so it wasn’t too hard to find. He stared at it as he folded his arms. “He’s an orphan and, um, has some out of the ordinary beliefs about family. That’s why I got caught up in his deck, it’s his way of, like, playing dolls but with family members.”

   “He sounds like a freak.” Takeru said and he got off Yusaku’s bed and came closer.

   Yusaku chuckled darkly, “Oh, you have no idea. I’m giving you the abridged version. Anyways come look at this.”

   Yusaku indicated his computer’s screen and Takeru began reading off it. He muttered each word under his breath as he read the obituary of a little boy whose body had never been found.

   “After the Incident, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. His one safe space was taken from him, he didn’t feel at home at the Orphanage and so, he walked himself straight back to where he was originally taken from: the place where the Incident was held. There, the Knights of Hanoi’s leader found him and took him in.”

   “What the fuck?” Takeru exclaimed. “And you think this is him?”

   “Location, story, and even appearance lines up.” Yusaku shrugged. “If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. That's why I'm not saying anything definitive. Anyways, the last thing you need to know about Spectre is… He enjoyed the Incident.”

   Takeru paused, or more accurately: short-circuited. “Pardon? Come again?”

   “Yeah…” Yusaku shrugged. “He said he enjoyed the Incident and based on how he duels, I don’t think he was lying. He also duelled Aoi and I asked about him from here but she clammed up on anything useful but carried on about other things. Called him all sorts of names under the sun, he humiliated her from the sounds of things. Lied, manipulated but conversely, with me, he was very honest.”

   He stopped himself there, from calling Spectre a kindred spirit and hence the honesty in their duel together and he was glad because Takeru’s face twisted. He turned scared and underneath that, he turned angry.

   “What the fuck. I hope I never meet him.” Takeru snarled.

   Yusaku didn’t have anything to say to that. He was quiet but oddly cut. He didn’t know why but he felt protective of Spectre. He shouldn't have been. He understood that visceral gut disgust well but he was still one of them and that had to count for something. Even if he was nothing like Jin or Takeru or himself, he was still another victim of the Incident and that was enough to stir Yusaku’s defensive nature.

   But Takeru was free to feel however he wanted about Spectre based on the information about him that Yusaku had provided. It wasn’t enough for a full picture. Yusaku would know.

   In between now and having stopped the destruction of the Tower of Hanoi, Yusaku might have gone digging in rabbit holes. How could he not? They were a tiny cohort of six yet they didn't know each other. Besides, Spectre had given him enough to try and do some looking after all. Assuming he was telling the truth and based on what Yusaku had found, he was willing to give Spectre the benefit of the doubt that he was despite the unsavoury nature he displayed. 

   With enough searching, Yusaku had found a ten year old obituary for an orphaned six year old boy in the area who had gone missing for a stint before he was ultimately declared deceased. But it was the photo which drove the nail into the coffin for Yusaku. The resemblance between the Spectre he met in the Link VRAINS and the grainy photo of this boy was striking. No wonder Spectre felt no need to hide his identity under a mask or an avatar like his comrades, he didn’t need to when his identity was already cremated for him.

   So with this article found, Yusaku decided it would be handy to keep in a shortcut and even made a copy of it for himself should the website go down. Clearly that was a good decision now that he could bring Spectre up with someone but that someone didn’t seem to get it.

   Though what that “it” was, Yusaku wasn’t sure yet. Kindred spirits. For that guy? The thought of it nauseated Yusaku. Spectre was a freak. He was a creep. It wasn’t just some slip of the tongue that Yusaku had called him insane at the first prompt. But he couldn’t deny: when he pored over his memories of that fight, there was some kind of connection between them. Warped and distorted as it was.

   Yusaku’s internal monologue on the subject that was the anomaly of Spectre ended when Ai and Flame returned from the Link VRAINS. They popped up and out of the computer with no news of the other Ignis and their whereabouts. Whatever was stirring on the horizon, with the kidnapping of Jin, was going to have to arrive at its own time as information was thin.

   Brick by brick, thread by thread, they did learn more and more about what machinations were on-going and at odds with one another. Though what stuck out in Yusaku’s mind was Earth. 

   Earth was a good fellow, Yusaku thought. He had his heart in the right place, not all of the Ignis had that, after all.

   As such, it hurt to think about what had happened to him. He didn’t deserve any of that. He also confused Yusaku in that he was uncertain how he ended up inside of Bohman. Maybe it was a result of the Neuron Network, maybe there was an unknown weakness in the SOL Tech’s security. It didn’t really matter because the outcome was the same. It's not like Yusaku could go back in time and save him from that.

   Earth had been dissected - and desecrated - by humankind. A fate which would have sealed any possible affection for humans though having Spectre as an Origin likely wouldn’t have helped either. His will only bent one way over the other due to his protective nature becoming inflamed by injustice unto Aqua.

   Still, the Earth-Spectre connection played on his mind. He had seen it as soon as he saw it. The way Earth turned a fallen log into his glorified podium confirmed it in an instant in Yusaku’s mind. Then seeing Earth’s duel, it was akin to a portal into a more beautiful world where duelling could be fun. For that, Yusaku had to pay his dues to Earth but it did make him ponder what if…

   Would Earth’s sense of justice turned the other way like a weather vane had he met Spectre? Or would that have happened to Spectre. Would he have jumped ship if it meant that his Ignis could have lived a little longer, a little more peacefully. It was hard to say.

   Especially since the snarl in Spectre’s voice stuck in his head. During his duel with Lightning, he mentioned Earth exactly once. His allegiances were clear, firmly in the grasp of the Knights of Hanoi, yet there was still that vulnerability, that gap in his armour so easily overlooked. It seemed that Ai hadn’t heard - or elected to hear - what Spectre had to say about Earth.

   Yusaku couldn’t fault him for that, of course. For a while, Yusaku had disdain for Spectre. Hatred. Even jealousy. Part of it stemmed from the poor impression that Spectre left of him, of course, but another part of it was…

   Ten whole years.

   Yusaku had searched for Ryoken for ten whole years. Spectre just happened to be at the right place at the right time - though describing it as such for Yusaku disgusted him. That place, those white rooms of torture, were very much not the right place and not the right time for him. So, he felt as though he were a shackle for Ryoken. A reason he couldn’t move forward, into the light, into a more normal life.

   Eventually, however, it dawned on Yusaku that what right did he have to tear Spectre out of the picture? 

   All because he wanted to monopolise Ryoken, that was selfish of him. He had built up such a fairy tale over the years, of what Ryoken’s circumstances looked like to him and that discoloured his perception of what was already in front of him as possibility. He saw now that that belittled his other connections. All of them, even the ones that he had tried to keep at arm’s length at first, like with Kusanagi.

   It had even been rude of him to push Kusanagi away. Kusanagi was his first, real ally. In the flesh and online. To think of how he treated Shoichi, Yusaku wasn’t proud of that and so, he saw a parallel in discounting Spectre’s loyalty to Ryoken. He must have some good qualities if Ryoken was going to keep him around.

   That’s why he started digging in Spectre’s past in the first place. He wanted to see at least a little bit of what Ryoken saw in him. Maybe that would bring him closer to Ryoken, too, if he could figure out some way towards peace that placated every side. The Knights, the Ignis, his own.

   First chance he got, Yusaku vowed that he would try to make more moves towards mediation. Towards getting to know the real Spectre. Not just the one that he had met in the duel in the shadow of the Tower of Hanoi but in other ways. Like the possibility of if the Ignis could come back.

   Ai had twice after all. Maybe he could pull off the hat trick and bring them all back but it didn’t seem like he had much left in his engine.

   Ai’s depression was getting worrisome. Understandable, though. He had lost his family, his fellow Ignis. Yusaku couldn’t begin to fathom what that despair must be like as the Incident had burned away his memories in his mind so if he had anything like that, he didn’t remember. The best he could do was be sympathetic and let Ai mourn in the way that he saw fit which was, just like his Origin in this manner, isolation. So, Yusaku gave him space even though there was a whisper at the back of his mind telling him that was a bad idea.

   In the meantime, Yusaku scraped by on what he could. He supported Takeru through his grief, too, regarding Flame, even Aoi with Aqua. Though in the back of his mind, he thought of Spectre, too. Jin and Windy’s Origin were more nebulous due to them possibly being better off without their Ignis but Yusaku wasn’t certain he wanted to subscribe to that. The idea of Lightning and Windy being fully beyond redemption wounded him but until their Origins were in a better state of mind, Yusaku figured he better not touch those ideas. It was too soon. Now was a time of licking wounds.

   That was a lot to put on his own plate, though, but Yusaku was a glutton for punishment in rain or shine. Especially when he finally got that opportunity to touch base with the Knights of Hanoi again in the flesh.

   It was the middle of the afternoon - all azure skies and fluffy white clouds - when his favourite customer came to visit them at Cafe Nagi.

   Ryoken came down the bend. Alone. Like usual. But Yusaku watched with eyes which burned with inquisitiveness. The lunch rush had been about twenty minutes ago and he knew Ryoken’s order like the back of his hand - surprising him yet, not at all. It miffed him just enough to change something up, he would have tomato sauce on his fries this time, too, not plain. He had to at least feel like he had an edge of unpredictability.

   Once his food was cooked, it was all business underneath the greasy smell of it.

   “Where’s Spectre?” Yusaku asked. “Is he okay?”

   Ryoken was taken aback by Yusaku’s question as he reached up to accept his bag of fast food. 

   “He only eats rabbit food.” Ryoken said. “But, he’s doing fine. Why do you ask?” His brow furrowed as his acceptance of his food turned into a rude and standoffish snatch.

   “Just curious.” Yusaku shrugged. He didn’t seem offended by Ryoken’s gesture, though.

   “You are never “just” curious, Playmaker. You and I both know that. What’s the angle?” Ryoken asked.

   Yusaku pouted. “I really am just curious.” he insisted. “He’s another victim of the Incident, he suffered quite the loss to Lightning and, well, with Earth. I can’t help but wonder.”

   Ryoken sighed and pointed to his head. His tattoo glinted in the sunshine. It always had an unusual sheen to it, like it was less ink and more silicon. “He doesn’t think like us normal people.” Ryoken said. “So don’t worry about him. He’s resilient, he bounces back and with a smile.”

   “Yeah…” Yusaku chewed on his reply. His stomach turned.

   Ryoken’s demeanour softened. “I appreciate that you are concerned.”

   Yusaku’s eyes widened.

   “Aside from myself and the Lieutenants, it is fair to say no one else in this world cares about him.” Ryoken professed. “So, thank you. I’m not surprised though, I figured you would eventually realise that you and him are a lot alike.”

   “What, no?” Yusaku argued. “I’m nothing at all like him.”

   “I know you are capable of better lies, Yusaku.” Ryoken chided him, even wagging a finger at him. “Well, I’m sure with your other talents, you can track down information on him from before his “happy times” - unless you already have and have hit the inevitable brick wall.”

   “Well judged.” Yusaku praised him. 

   Ryoken gathered up his food under his arm and made it obvious in his body language, he wanted to go. His hot dog and fries were getting cold. Yusaku felt a lump in his throat.

   “I’d like to see him more often, if possible.” Yusaku said. “I want to test your judgement of character in person.”

   “You can make it sound less stilted, you know.” Ryoken said. “We can be friends. We can be…”

   More.

   His voice trailed off.

   They both knew how deep Yusaku’s feelings ran for Ryoken - and he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Spectre, too, of course. Yusaku still had to scrub his hands anytime Spectre’s voice rattled off his line about Ryoken being his “one true master” but whether or not it was disgust, jealousy, or arousal remained to be seen. Hence Ryoken’s courteous silence. His way of demonstrating that his head was caught between two blades of swords, that of Decode Talker and that of Sunvine Thrasher.

   See? More alike than they would admit.

   “Well,” Ryoken said, licking his lips and already tasting salt, “he already likes you quite a bit. I’m sure if he knew you were asking about him, he would be flattered. If not, I’ll drag him by the ear to satisfy you.”

   “Thank you.” Yusaku replied.

   Though, he had a suspicion that he was not going to know when. He was fine with that, however. He would wait for whenever the ghost was ready to haunt him. He wasn’t superstitious like Takeru but there were probably rules about that. 

   Yusaku nodded his head and farewelled Ryoken. Ryoken waved him off. 

   And that was that. At least for a little while.

   That little wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Yusaku saw glimpses of Spectre here and there as disastrous things continued to happen around him. Ai put Spectre through the wringer but alongside his comrades, not his assignment to accompany Ghost Girl and Blood Shepherd. His abandonment of his post stuck out in Yusaku’s mind as oddly honourable for someone as lily-livered as Spectre.

   It was a hell of a lot more courageous than what Yusaku would pull in the aftermath of his duel with Ai, anyway.

   Three. Whole. Months. That’s how long he ran away to be all by himself in his own maddening grief. He couldn’t go on without the partner that he had in Ai. He couldn’t let go. He was running on fumes and he came out worse for wear but it was worth it in the end. Every minute, hour, and day that he dedicated to hunting down proof that the internet was forever, it was absolutely worth it in the end and as a result…

   A new gale blew.

   One which was felt by everyone connected to him, near or far. Whether it was Brave Max or Soulburner, Aoi and Kusanagi, or even Revolver and Spectre, it seemed. His life had touched others. Even though he never wound up feeling like a hero, like someone was worth the time of day inside or outside the Link VRAINS despite how he protected it time and time again.

   Still, he was starting to look into that zephyr and see what others saw in him. He was accepted back into his old life with open arms but it wasn’t just his old life. It was a new start. Some of it was bad as he had to restart his grade at high school and he had to find new accommodation but everything else was a new opportunity to start anew. To grasp his connections and never let go this time.

   Shortly after this miraculous return, it didn’t take long before his path crossed with the people he had wanted to see most in the flesh. It was all too familiar of a scene. He was flipping frankfurters on a grill, thinking about algebra homework and listening to Kusanagi sing along to the radio after his breath when he looked up and saw a certain pair of people.

   Yusaku’s heart genuinely seized when he saw two figures walk out of the sunset, from down the hill, and into the shade so they came into view. Ryoken… and Spectre. Just like he asked. He ripped his apron off and Kusanagi let him have the early mark. It had been slow this afternoon and it was a random Wednesday in the middle of the month, it was highly unlikely that there was going to be a dinner rush.

   Yusaku linked up with them both and Ryoken laughed at his puppyish demeanour. Spectre rolled his eyes but all three of them found a place down along the fencing over the cliffside where they could see the ocean. The sun was slowly being eaten up by it, it was hard to see but easier than facing each other.

   After all, they really ought to be at odds with one another rather than co-existing factions teamed-up towards mutual goals. Yusaku was still Playmaker, underneath his skin and in his head, and they were still the leader and second-in-command of the Knights of Hanoi respectively. That made them enemies but Yusaku had olive branches on his mind.

   “You are an elusive man, Spectre.” Yusaku commented to break the ice.

   “Am I now?” Spectre airily replied. “The same could be said about you.”

   Ryoken snickered. True on both counts, as far as he was concerned but he knew they would both bow to him if refereed but until that was necessary, he tried to keep his opinions to himself. He rested himself against the fence, laced his hands over it and he made some effort to hide the insignia on his right hand.

   “So. Here we are.” Yusaku continued.

   “Three assholes in a public place.” Ryoken piped up.

   Spectre glared at Ryoken for that one but chose to ignore it, “I’m a very busy person, Yusaku, I imagine there’s something you want to discuss.” He turned around to face away from the sunset and into the park. Figures.

   “I guess there is something.” Yusaku supposed. “As I’m sure you are both aware, I’m back and as is Ai.”

   “Yes, we are well aware.” Ryoken said.

   “That means I have a long list of five other Ignis I would like to search for and bring back. Is that okay?” Yusaku said.

   “I imagine you would go ahead with this plan of yours regardless of if you had our blessing or not.” Ryoken sighed harshly.

   “True.” Yusaku replied.

   He checked on Spectre out of the corner of his eye. He looked… afraid. Afraid to be hopeful, that is. His expression was caught off-guard, in between worlds, duties, emotions. Vulnerable, actually. That probably encapsulated everything and how he was getting so caught on his words, he couldn’t speak. Instead, he merely parted his lips and met Yusaku’s eyes in the periphery.

   “I would like to start with Earth. Or maybe Aqua. I think it’s a travesty that they never got to meet their Origins face-to-face.” Yusaku said and gently added, “I think Earth is a lot like you, you know.”

   “I see.” Spectre said.

   “Don’t be guarded. You can say thank you, I don’t mind.” Ryoken corrected him. “We, the Knights of Hanoi, are turning over a new leaf, you, of all people, should know that best.”

   “Ah. Okay.” Spectre said, a little surprised, “thank you, Yusaku. Thank you, too, Ryoken-sama.”

   Ryoken reached out and he touched Spectre’s shoulder. He gave it a rub, the feeling of his hand sinking into the fabric of Spectre’s blazer grounded him. He smiled a small smile. 

   Yusaku, meanwhile, began to think aloud, “You saw Earth’s duel against Onizuka, correct? Then you saw his playstyle, how it centres on protecting his G-Golem Crystal Heart, an avatar of the one most precious to him. It reminds me of yours but even his other habits. He saw personhood in a fallen log, for example.”

   “Mm,” Spectre agreed heavily, “when he passed away, it felt as though I had a hole in my heart. I don’t think bringing him back would necessarily mend it but it couldn’t hurt.”

   “Agreed.” Yusaku said. “Having Ai back doesn’t fix everything for me but having him back has made me more courageous. When I lost him, I lost everything again. I isolated, I ran away, I became like a child again but with him back, it inspired me to reach out. Including you.”

   “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to seduce me right now.” Spectre teased.

   Ryoken grunted and made a half-hearted gesture with his hand.

   Spectre turned his head and gave him a funny look.

   “Yusaku has good memory. He’s not about to forget that it’s obvious to him how we both feel about each other.” Ryoken pointed out. “And don’t you feel the same way?”

   Spectre sputtered, getting nowhere fast but it’s not like this was being sprung on him out of the blue. He had proudly proclaimed, after all, to have watched Revolver and Playmaker’s final duel which resulted in the neutralisation of the Tower of Hanoi over a hundred times. 

   “You were the first member of the Incident’s child cohort that I met. You made quite the impact on me and I learned from it. You made me think about things I didn’t think were possible.” Yusaku said. “Ryoken is my three reasons why, my reason for going and to search for the truth. He means a lot to me and he means a lot to you. We have that in common at the very least.”

   “Heh.” Spectre laughed through gritted teeth. “I must admit. Though I thought you were a weirdo at first-”

   Yusaku guffawed. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

   “But you are a charming weirdo.” Spectre finished his sentence. He sounded like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

   Yusaku huffed and Ryoken made an amused noise. Ryoken, for one, could get used to it. Even if his responsibility just doubled. There were bound to be teething issues, they were still getting to know one another in this kind of way. 

   So, Yusaku settled and let his hackles lower. He bit his tongue as he contended with the realisation that that was just Spectre’s humour and way of riling him up for entertainment. He was probably going to have to get used to that if he was going to make this work.

   Admittedly, he didn’t know what “it” was. Look at them, they weren’t exactly touchy-feely or overly grandiose with explaining and sharing elaborate emotions. He liked how Ryoken put it. They really were three assholes in a public place but it was more than just that. It was connection. It was… to love people. Thus, it settled in his mind, in Ryoken’s hands, and even in Spectre's heart.

[mcltiples]

IT'S RICK V-79'S BIRTHDAY || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; As promised, once the night had fallen and his official duties for the day were completed, Rick headed back to the other timeline to meet his counterpart. He didn't bother changing out of his uniform. He wasn't expecting to stay long anyway. He had no doubts that his other self had plans for his night.

They met in front of the main door of the other Morty's penthouse, as they had agreed. Mimicking what his counterpart had done earlier, Rick stalked forwards, stopping only when he had invaded his personal space.

"I-I have a gift for you," was all he said, before presenting a small device.

It looked vaguely like a pager, but it was obviously high tech, with an additional component, a holo-projector.

"I-It's a communicator and a tracker. I-I have another for myself. W-With this, you can contact me an-and find me anywhere, no matter where I am in the multiverse. An-And I can do the same."

He deposited the device in his other self's palm.

"W-We must stick together. A-Allies and friends."

[[ Bday ask from my Evil Rick to your Evil Rick! ]]

It was perfect timing on Rick's part, he figured since he would meet his counterpart outside the door, he would also get ready to go out as well. It wasn't as if his Morty wanted to spend his birthday with him anyway. Besides, it's been a while since he could be free to do as he pleased.

As he stood there, in the outfit he chose for the night, he watched as the other approached him in that familiar uniform. It made him a little envious. He wanted a uniform like that. Though, his Morty didn't believe in such things.

Tuning back in to his counterpart, his attention was drawn to the device. He held it in his hand, examining it carefully. Blinking a few times, he glanced up at the other to hear the explanation.

Stick together, allies and friends. That put a warmth within his chest. Something he's never experienced before. It came on too sudden, too fast. He almost thought it was indigestion.

Shaking that thought out of his head, he met with identical eyes before him. Only then to let his body act on it's own. Both of his arms enveloping his counterpart's frame, pulling in close to a hug.

He's never hugged anyone before. Not like this. Usually he was the one being forced into a hug. It was unlike him, but he couldn't help the overwhelming emotion that took over him.

"I-I will stick by your side, other me, y-you're my one and only real friend."

The words were whispered in the other's ear, pulling back, he took a glance in those identical eyes once more. Nodding in approval before stepping back.

"Th-Thank you, I-I must get going now. I-I will talk with you tomorrow. Goodbye."

[jfouler]

💚💖— BUT MAKE IT SUPER EDITION !!! >:)c

Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse / And send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

💚 twice the baggage in this verse fr. in his main his whole thing is he doesn't want the people he loves to be scared… so it just gets worse here since he can Know when people are afraid and it literally gives him dopamine and strength, whether he likes it or not 😭 so.. very mopey a lot of the time. does the whole ugh... you shouldn't be near me... thing [does an emo little hair flip]

💖 very punctual and attentive. always shows up exactly on time, exactly where and when you ask. also has an item for just about everything.

[bonnieventure]

THIS or THAT pt. 36

MR. MINT 🍬 or LORD LICORICE 🎩 HAIR 💇‍♀️ or NAILS 💅 UNDERDOG 🐶 or MIGHTY MOUSE 🐭 LOLLIPOP 🍭 or POPSICLE 🧊 RUBY 🔴 or SAPPHIRE 🟦 LIBRA ♎ or TAURUS ♉ FOOTBALL 🏈 or SOCCER ⚽ KNEE 🦵 or ELBOW 💪 ARCHIE 👨🏻‍🦰 or JUGHEAD 👦🏻 DIRT 🟫 or SAND ⛱ GENERAL TSO'S CHICKEN 🐓 or MOO SHU PORK 🐖 PURPLE 🟣 or WHITE ⚪ SONIC 🦔 or TAILS 🦊 PEANUT BUTTER 🥜 or MILK CHOCOLATE 🍫 MULTIPLY ✖ or DIVIDE ➗ HOPE 🤲 or FAITH 🙏 PROFESSOR UTONIUM 🧪 or SAMURAI JACK 🗡 BIRD 🐦 or WORM 🐛 MIRACLE WHIP ⬜ or WONDER BREAD 🍞

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[blkkizzat]

oh snap!

Ty for all the love my Kinktober post is getting! I'm really excited to start writing for it!

My plan is to finish writing my Geto - Bumpy Ride fic hopefully by Fri/Sat so I can start on the first Kinktober fic. I start grad school again officially next Weds (2nd yr MBA woo!) so want to get a head start writing so I can post something on Oct 1st to kick off the month!

Still not sure what the first fic will be. I want to post for someone I haven't before so leaning towards kicking it off with a story from the Smooth Criminals: Choso, Nanami or Gojo. Before doing one from Thrilling Ghouls (likely Geto first)

[crowsandmurder]

Clay Morrow Tags and Verses

Clay  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Clay  ✖ (Thoughts)

Clay ✖ (Character Development)

Clay  ✖ (Crack)

Clay ✖ (Headcanons)

Clay  ✖ (Photos)

Clay  ✖ (Starter Call)

BIOGRAPHY

Clay Morrow was born in Sacramento in 1949 to Clarence and Kathleen Morrow. His parents had not been expecting to have a child, but his mother had been thrilled. She tried to provide him with a loving home, whereas his father was a World War II vet, who tried to teach him that he needed to be hard, responsible and needed to love his country. Clay wasn’t sure about serving in the military at first. He often found himself wandering around the streets of Sacramento, in his teenage years. It was then, that he developed his love for bikes, specifically Harleys.

His father made sure that he signed up for the draft, but Clay was happy to not be sent to Vietnam, right away. He’d just bought himself a Harley and he wanted to be out on the road. After his mother died of Pneumonia right before he turned 18, his father turned to the bottle, repeatedly telling him that he’d never amount to nothing, spending all his time on his Harley. Not longafter that, he packed up his belongings and with just 100 bucks in his pocket, he headed out on the road. It was then that, he learned how to do odd jobs, settling for a bit in Lodi, where he worked part-time in a mechanic shop, cleaning up. The owner took him under his wing and taught him everything he needed to know about fixing cars and his bike.

He was settled there for quite some time, before he went back out on the road. He felt most at home, not settling anywhere. Out on the road, he met up with John Teller, and he wound up riding with him and Piney Winston, along with six others. It wasn’t long before they started calling themselves the First 9, as the Sons of Anarchy were created by John Teller and Piney Winston. Clay was one of only three people who had not served time in the military, and some of the older guys, who did their time, made fun of him about it.

In 1969, Clay was sent to Vietnam and became part of the Army Airborne, serving time until 1972. Upon his return, he reconnected with the Sons of Anarchy and continued to ride with them, a little harder, after his time in Vietnam. In 1977, it all changed. While the guys all had women they hooked up with, JT had found himself a young one. She looked barely legal to him, but she was hot. He had definitely looked, but he knew that she had her eyes on JT. After she got pregnant, they all settled in Charming, California.

Clay was not that impressed with Charming, of all places. It just lacked anything, really, in his opinion. It was small and nothing interesting seemed to happen there. But, they had acquired a good amount of land, and that was when he and JT decided to open the Teller-Morrow Shop. They were both good at auto repair, and as time went by, Clay knew it would make a good front. Once the business got going and the clubhouse was up to his standards, Clay decided that Charming might not be so bad, after all.

Over the years, things began to become less about brotherhood and more about what they had gotten into. In the late 80s, Clay and JT went with fellow member, Keith McGee, to help with trouble that had arisen in Keith’s hometown, a suburb of Belfast. They had gotten into trouble with the IRA, and that was when Clay saw opportunity. He started pushing for the gun business back home, and he knew that JT was hesitant, but Clay was not going to give in. Once they got back, he’d managed to convince most of the guys. This could bring in the money. Clay took advantage of the fact that JT seemed to be not as focused, and he used it to his advantage.

As time went on, Clay noticed that JT seemed less focused on Gemma, even when their youngest son died. He could see that they were both broken over it, but to him, JT had become weak and unfocused in Clay’s eyes, and he had no problem anymore, in flirting and eventually starting an affair with his wife. He knew that John was not stupid and knew that he was sleeping with his wife, but he flat out didn’t care. After JT was killed in a motorcycle accident, Clay took the gavel, arguing that Piney was too old, to do so.

He went to prison a few times, usually for gun running charges, but it didn’t take him long to marry Gemma after JT’s death. While JT had tried to handle things more diplomatic, Clay had no problem spilling blood, if it suited him, which happened more than once, during the war against the Mayans.

Clay was always someone who did whatever it took, to get what he wanted.

VERSES:

v: fuck the system | FIRST NINE

Time Period:  1968 - 1993 Clay is asked to join the Sons of  Anarchy, goes to Vietnam, Is patched in upon his return and is committed to the club in a variety of ways, one of which being pushing for the gun business.  He’s also responsible for a lot of the murders during the Mayan War.  As John Teller started to lose faith in what they were doing, Clay started taking advantage in many ways, which included bedding his wife and likely sabotaging his bike, to kill him.  Faceclaim:  Cam Gigandet for the 60’s - 80’s, then Ron Perlman

v: sitting on top of the world | PRESIDENT YEARS (Pre-Show)

Time Period: 1993 - 2008 After the death of John Teller, Clay became President of the Sons of Anarchy. He continued to get them deeper in guns, resulting in a number of fatalities, and all sorts of problems.

v: it ain’t easy being king | SEASON ONE

Clay tries to run the club the best he can, with the ATF breathing down his neck, the whole time. 

v: nobody threatens SAMCRO | SEASON TWO

Clay faces new challenges, as Jax starts to challenge everything he does, due to him knowing how Donna Winston died.  That’s not all though, as he finds out later that his wife has been gang raped to send a message to him. 

v: you do what you have to do | SEASON THREE

After the Irish take Abel, Clay helps Jax do whatever he can, to get his son back. This includes traveling to Ireland, where Clay has to kill Keith McGee, another First Nine member after he betrays SAMCRO. 

v: paranoia strikes deep | SEASON FOUR

After Gemma tells Clay that Tara and Piney have the letters that could implicate him in John Teller’s murder, Clay does whatever he can, to keep the truth from coming out.  This also includes the downfall of he and Gemma’s relationship, and him losing the gavel. 

v: the whistler | SEASON 5

After Jax lets Clay live, he’s allowed to sit at the table.  He does his own scheming with the NOMADS.  Eventually, he loses his patch and is sent to jail for a murder he didn’t commit.

v: sympathy for the devil | SEASON 6

Clay spends his time in jail, before he is broken out and killed by Jax. 

v: fortunate son | AU

Anything that is AU falls under this verse

[emotionlcss]

open: f muse: vinny mariano / 51 / mob boss based: this usfw gif

❝ this what you do while i'm at work? damn baby, couldn't even wait for me? ❞ 

[sansloii]

Don't mind him — he's off to tell Y'qive how pretty her eyes are...

[gloireceleste]

why is god amused by that post.

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[mcltiples]

Is not afraid to bite. And will do so unprompted.

[jfouler]

i have decided i will just drop random jamie world crumbs for fun

the mascot of jamie's high school is the dragons! everybody loves the dragon mascot suit. the mascot is truly the coolest part of the school. who wouldn't wanna be a dragon

there is definitely an image out there of jamie reluctantly posed next to some teen in a dragon suit, trying to look like he wants to be there

[hypnosiacon-archived]

shit wait i think i accidentally used you instead of ryu in the last sentence of that ask, i'm so sorry about that!!! i was just kind of typing automatically and forgot

Oh naaah don't worry, why are ya'll so worried about using the wrong pronouns for me xp /nm

If you used them already it's fine to circulate between my pronouns, you/your is still in my hoard so there's no problems with using them! I love when people use my Neos but just if you already used neopronouns in a different sentence then there's no pressure to use them again!

[buddy-arc]

how evil are you?

“that's super kind! but considering the data, i think that's, er, exceedingly generous.”