#(( i loved drawing angry gary

[lobie-the-cartoonist]

Original ref by freshlyfreshman

[monarch-moon]

No harm in submitting this!

For the past few months, I've been working on and off on a new project called World Cell, which is more of an adventure story featuring a caravan of characters going on a world-wide journey! To put it lightly, at least lol. This is the height chart and a collection of refs for the major cast!

Bits of info of each of them under the cut!

We of course have Asher as our main character! This royal prince is ready to do what he's been training to do, but the only other thing he likes aside from swords and weapons is eating bugs!

Returning is our grumpy lady, Evo! Now sporting 20% more side boob, 40% scales, and 100% foul language.

Third is our gentle giant, Haoyu, who is the party's medic. It doesn't take long to get him to freak out, especially since he's in a gang full of reckless troublemakers.

Fourth up is our resident living armor, Alyster! Don't mind him, he may be the largest, but he's pretty chill.

You know her, I love her, it's none other than our resident potato, Aki! Now with more dogy love, especially to her angry lizard girlfriend~.

The party needs someone competent to cook for them, so meet Eirwen! When things get gloomy, you can trust his friendly face c:

But if you need someone who can bring a lot of sunshine in the group, meet Natsu! Our lovely transgirl here has a smile so powerful, the only other thing that can rival it is her punch.

The group needs someone sensible to lead them, so meet Haku, Natsu's older brother! This man may be short, but he is prepared for any situation. We stan a short king.

Next up, we have our lovely lady Sarya! She may not participate much in the action, but she contributes in a different way: driving everyone around in a sizeable carriage!

Following close to Asher is the first princess of Vaalum herself, Naiotah! This is her first time doing this, but she's ready to go either way!

Never without his box of artifacts and rocks, we have Hayden! Rumor has it he can tell exactly what era something is from just by licking it...except it's not a rumor, that's true.

Can't have Asher without Odix!! He may have more feathers than before, but he's still full of heart~

Last but certainly not least is our pearl from the sea, Xouya! Don't let her elegant demeanor fool you, this one's got p l a n s cooking in her brain, and you might not like em.

To be quite honest with you guys, this has been the most well put together main cast I've made in any story I've created (though credit where credit is due, I made all the refs, but @snowprismdragon , @hawker-the-gary , and @solannecontinuum contributed characters...namely Alyster and Eirwen from Snow....Aki, Hayden, Sarya, and Odix from Hawk, and Xouya from Solanne. Asher, Haoyu, Haku, Natsu, Naiotah and Evo are mine.)

Anyway, if you've read all this, thank you guys for your time c: I will probably be drawing these guys a lot when I can!

[astro09-13]

Wrong Faces, Right Choice [Short Story]

Roman lay prone in the underbrush, his sniper rifle steady against his shoulder. The Forest stretched endlessly before him, thick with fog and the damp scent of earth. Through his scope, he tracked his target. A lone hiker weaving unsteadily through the trees; lost and afraid. The Operator gave no explanations, only commands, and Roman obeyed. His finger hovered over the trigger. "Do you really think this is helping?" The voice was soft. Familiar. Roman’s breath stilled. His grip tightened. "This isn’t who you are, Ro." A second voice chimed in. His muscles locked. Slowly, against his better judgment, he turned his head. They stood behind him, Madeline and Lucas. Ghostly pale, their figures flickered in the moonlight, like candle flames on the verge of snuffing out. Their hollow eyes bore into him, their expressions unreadable. Blood dripped in slow, steady trails from the clean, round wounds on their foreheads. Proof that he’d made the right choice. Roman swallowed hard, his throat dry. “You’re not real.” Madeline took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Neither was the fear that made you do this." His jaw clenched. “Don’t.” Lucas crouched beside him, tilting his head in the way he always used to when he didn’t understand something. “We weren’t impostors, Roman.” His tone wasn’t angry. Something cold curled in Roman’s chest. “They were impostors,” he said, his voice firm, resolute. “You weren’t my brother. She wasn’t my wife. You looked like them. You acted like them. But I knew.” Lucas shook his head. “We were real, and you murdered us.” Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. No. They weren’t real. His real brother would have known the nickname he gave him when they were kids. His real wife wouldn’t have buttered her toast wrong. They weren’t them. They were fakes. Infiltrators. He had done what had to be done. Roman turned back to his rifle, forcing his focus onto the hiker. If he just took the shot, the whispers would stop. Madeline knelt beside him now, her presence cold, weightless. "Does he even tell you why you kill anymore?" Roman exhaled, ignoring the tremor in his hands. "I don't ask questions." "Maybe you should." A sharp wind tore through the trees, carrying a whisper. A deep, ancient voice threaded through the branches. Shoot. Roman inhaled. Steadied his hands. But through the scope, the hiker’s face shifted. Warped. It was Lucas’. Roman's breath caught in his throat. The weight in his chest tightened and turned leaden. The hands gripping the rifle, which had never hesitated before, wouldn’t move. The hiker vanished into the trees. Roman ripped the scope away from his eye, his pulse hammering in his ears. His breath came slow, measured. Madeline and Lucas were gone. Their voices lingered, whispering in the wind.

[A/N] GARY! YOU ARE GONNA READ MY CRP OC LORE AND YOU. ARE. GONNA. LIKE. IT! anyway i hope yall like roman bc i love him and need to draw him more.

[rocksibblingsau]

I agree with the cloud guy part! His just so annoying and hearing that they actually think his helping him is making me mad now.

I don't watch the show but there was that one episode in TBGO that I actually watched on TV and it made me genuinely angry, and just frustrated, I really relate to Branch because Cloud Guy just went on to make himself at home in that episode without consent nor permission from Branch and continue to harass him in his own home! Also in Trollstopia I saw a clip of Cloud Guy continually hurting him with the lightning bolt and other things and it made me upset and just mad, like what did he even do? Why is he still a punch bag for CG when his not even a grouch anymore, his just being a jerk to him and I just want to see him face some consequences because his just so annoying.

I also agree with the Gary part as well, he hasn't had any interaction with anyone so it make sense why he'd talk with an inanimate object, it's also kind of his comfort item which I find adorable. I also talk with inanimate object when I was young as well and I find it relatable. I'm not autistic (nor understand much abt it) but Branch does give off that autistic vibe.

Man I really wish I could send some fan art but unfortunately I can't do it anonymously. Which sucks :(

I do wonder If you can draw though, cause if you can I really wanna see how you in vision Branch's look in your fic. Sorry if this is long, I really wanna get all my thoughts in one ask.

---- DumbTruck

Ruining someone's home is especially frustrating to me as a neurodivergent person because my home is the only place where I can feel 100% relaxed. Even if I'm staying with a friend, I still feel like I'm stuck in socializing mode even alone in my room. Heck, sometimes someone being in my living room while I'm in my room stresses me out.

Yep! I'm also a lil bugged by how they handle Gary (that episode where the group steals Gary) but I'm glad Branch had his comfort object!

I'd love to see whatever you draw! I'm not sure how many anonymous options there are but I think you can submit to something like imgur and send the link? Sorry, not very well-versed with submitting!

I don't draw, but the current design for Branch is similar to his child grey design with 3 main changes: -He has leather boots on nearly constantly -He wears a pair of leather gloves -He now has swapped his shorts for patch pants

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

In ur opinion,who do u think draw moon knight best?

Mine is Declan Shalvey

BOY DID YOU ASK A QUESTION!!!!!!!

I’ve waxed on and on about the writers of Moon Knight. The best ones, the worst ones, a few mediocre ones that got the job done…. 

But what about the art? 

Each artist has their own style, their own ideas, and their own grasp of Moon Knight. 

When you get very lucky, you get a writer and artist dream team that create something beautiful. 

Let’s start with Bill Sienkiewicz. 

(THIS WASN'T EVEN FOR A COMIC. HE JUST FUCKING DREW THIS FOR FUNZIES)

He was not the first to draw Moon Knight. THAT was Don Perlin!  Look at this cape design! 

He was relatively new to the comic scene, but quickly a very sought after man. New Mutants, Electra, and many others for many different publishers. 

And even after he left us he still pops in now and then to remind us that no one…NO ONE can draw Moon Knight like he can.  Look at Sienkiewicz JUST FLEXING. 

(2014 people!!) Someone came to him and went, "Hey we could use a Moon Knight Variant. Do you wanna dip back in and hand us a little ol' Moony?"

And he gave them this and I'm sure they went "...WTF we didn't even ask for this. We thought he'd just do him perched on a building or something in the distance. What do we do with this? It's too good holy crap."

(2022 because he felt like schooling us again with another cover)

But he gave us more than the cowl. He gave us the men who wear it. 

And as amazing as his art was: 

He also gave us the most important pieces: 

I could wax on and on about Bill all day… But let’s take a look at some other artists. 

Kevin Nowlan Kept the dark parts of the suit and the billowing cape. 

Bo Hampton is the one that teamed up with Zelenetz to give us a fantastic sleek and angry design. Here's MK punching some Neo-Nazi in the face! 

Chris Warner came later in "First of Khonshu" run and started with a very classic 1990s muscle bound and glitzy design. A design that might start to look familiar to those of you with a sharp eye (look at that belt. We're approaching the BLING age of Moon Knight.) 

This was a weird time in comics for Moon Knight. We were switching out writers a lot and he suddenly had a much more Egyptian style theme. 

Moon Knight art goes on a WILD ride after this. We get the "Marc Spector" run that spans late 80s and early 80s and the art gets very 90s. Solid, Dark, and BUSY.

Sal Velluto (With the Punisher! This was a fantastic pair up!) 

Ron Garney Plays with the sharp edges of the cloak and that’s nice. Also gives his mask a bit more of a definition. 

Gary Kwapisz comes in with a BOLD metallic Moon Knight. Just look at those fists! Time time in MK was just wild you guys. 

James Fry flies in and tries to make sense of those MUSCLES. 

1993 arrived and the 90s hit HARD. 

Stephen Platt deep in that 90s style. 

What’s happening here? I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. But man does it look ACTION COOL. 

Muscles got BIG in this period in the 90s. Anatomy got weird and chest size had no limits. 

Tommy Lee Edwards steps in and slims our pal Moon Knight back down.

Now THAT is a breath of fresh air. I love this. 

Look at the use of that cape! And the hood? The subtle mask outline… Yes please. 

Mark Texeira steps in after this. Let me tell you guys about this art. This is the start of the modern age. 2008! 

(Look at the little Moon Knight design in the upper right near the signature! OMG little cutie!) Also the details in that rugged face and wet hair. 

But how does the suit look?

Nice.

We leave behind the glorious Tex and head to David Finch! You might recognize some of these motiffs as we get to some more popular runs. 

Hello there fist spikes! This is when Moon Knight starts to get his reputation as being a bit…punchy… 

The point in his cowl gets defined in this style too. 

Mico Suayan takes on this hard hitting run too. 

Clean lines, dark darks and white whites and that cape! The spikes are gone but the muscles are coming back.

This was a big action packed run and numerous artists got a chance. 

Now… This is about where I stop listing every single artist because it gets too fast pace with single issues, annuals, events, and all that fun business. SO here are some highlights. Also I have an upload limit so I'm sorry I can't show you all the beautiful art styles that branched off at this time.

Bong Dazo  gave us that little sad startled cat. 

Jerome Opeña Had such AMAZING action picks. I’ve never seen action done so well. And that outfit! 

I…I could go on forever about this artist and the run he did. But that’s for another day… Just know that I think about it all the time and it lives in my head rent free. 

I’m going to skip a lot here and jump to the BIG GUNS. 

Hate the run, LOVE the art. 

My dear Alex Maleev makes it worth it. 

The absolute SLAYING of the white in every image kills me. LOOK. LOOOK AT THE USE OF NEGATIVE SPACE.

It honestly brings me back to Sienkiewicz. 

I’m screaming inside holding this up to the moon. 

From there we slide SO easily into Declan Shalvey my precious. 

You know what I’m talking about. 

Ron Ackins Took over from there and it was stellar.

I am going to skip over THREE artists on purpose because not only was the RUN bad (the worst) but also the ART was just the worst. (See BEMIS run. Ugh. Nothing was good in that run.) 

Do I need to talk about Greg Smallwood? 

Do I really need to post anything about Greg? 

Or Cappuccio who works with MacKay's current run? 

Or Federico Sabbatini who also fills in with MacKay?

(I would but I'm out of picture space. Thanks Tumblr).

So who is my favorite? 

Hard to say… I’m caught up in the colors and designs of some, the action styles of others. Sometimes the raw power of MK’s fighting or just in how clever his cape and cowl are done. 

And sometimes I crave that amazing 1980s Sienkiewicz designs of Moon Knight in the rain, Stained Glass Scarlet’s everything, and the shape of Moon Knight (or shapelessness of him). 

I could argue that ANY artist that draws Moon Knight during a good run is my favorite. I could forgive most any style if the story is right and the style will weave into the words and the flow of his cape will settle into my heart once again. 

And sometimes…. 

Well…

[rosemaryblossoms]

Tiffany loves you Au

I was inspired to make this au by seeing the John loves you au by @zzoupz and @salmonandsoup

Drawings of character’s appearance will come soon, also Tiffany is in her early thirties in this au and Amy is 27 years old in this Au. The Martin twins are alive.

John ward: he takes the place of Amy, instead of working as a priest he works at the clinic like Amy did, he wears a Turtleneck Sweater with angel sleeves and black bell bottoms with boots. His face is gone due to the ritual. He is Tiffany’s favorite.

Father Garcia: takes the place of Father Allred, he wears a blue stole with a purple cross on each side of it at the bottom over his priest uniform, he aids Amy in John’s Exorcism, still smokes cigars, poor Father Garcia fly high 😔🕊️

Amy Martin: Is a nun who helps with John’s exorcism, she is trying to save her siblings from being sacrificed by Tiffany, is friends with Michael, poor baby needs therapy. Like she needs a hug really bad, give her one. She gets a fuck you from Tiffany. She also wears gold cross earrings to match her crucifix. Her finger nails are painted black but in a certain light it looks blue.

Father Allred: takes the place of Father Garcia, smokes tobacco pipes, he helps Amy the rest of the way and aids her from the wrath of Tiffany, He tries to exorcise Lisa and John’s brother (you’ll learn more when you scroll to his description) but fails. he wears a purple crucifix necklace, he also has a stubble. Haha rifle go pew pew.

Michael Davies: he doesn’t swap roles with anybody. Instead of being a demon he’s an angel, he is friends with Amy and follows her to aid her at every beck and call when she needs his help, he also gives her courage and positive affirmations. basically a more friendlier version of the mirror demon. Though the mirror demon still lurks around but Michael basically says fuck you to him and shoos him off.

Lisa Pearson: is one of the characters that takes the role of Michael (haha two crack headed goblin demons 😂, Michael is honestly one of my favorite characters in Faith) basically the same demon as Michael but yellow and has hair, she also has antlers. she wears her hair up in a ponytail which has a few twigs and leaves in it, She skedaddles around with John’s brother Gabriel around the area, fly high Lisa 😔🕊️( a gun with one bullet and truck-kun). Crazy fun fact her, Gabriel, and Gary are basically nude due to their demon transformations.

Gabriel Ward: is my oc I put in to go with the story line. He is the other character to take the role of Michael. The same demon as Michael but indigo and has short fluffy hair. He’s the one who jumps Amy in the garage before she scares him of with a crucifix. He was the twin brother of John Ward, their parents are divorced and his father took him while their mother takes John, he is angry at his father for taking away his brother because his brother was his best friend but misses his dad still because he was taken by Father Alfred to do a exorcism on him.

Miriam Bell: she takes the place of Lisa, she’s a retired nun who loves to bake cookies, wears a black turtleneck sweater and a long red skirt with a gold cross necklace. She used to have a close bond with her son but that changed when he grew up and met Tiffany, she misses the sweet guy her son used to be.

Gary Miller: Takes the place of Tiffany, he loves her and he is envious of John, like he hates him. Calls John a manwhore often, he willingly did the ritual and became THE SON OF THE UNSPEAKABLE.

The twins: basically the same but I gave them a different appearance, Nate has short hair while Jason’s hair is a bit longer

Cop: basically the same

Alejandro Kruger: my oc I used for the story line. is the ex husband of Amy, basically taking the role of Molly. He is still her friend but lives far away. He has cancer. He still loves her and would try their relationship again.

Tiffany Robinson: cult leader, basically takes the role of Gary. Has a stitched up scars, one each side of her mouth and a scar on her neck, Had an upside down cross carved on her head as well as small scars on her left eye (her left not yours), SWARM OF SCORPIONS. She doesn’t love Amy. Wears thick high heel boots underneath her cloak. Always carries her ritual knife besides her trident and whip of spikes. In her final form her face splits like the demigorgon from stranger things and grows to 7’0 ft tall.

[gaycey-sketchit]

For the character ask game; 5, 12, 21, 22 and 25 for Tracey!

Thank you!!! (Also nice URL!! Makes me think of heart shaped snickerdoodles, which sound lovely.)

What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

First thought is the first song on my playlist for him--Home by Cavetown. It's a song about being neurodivergent and transgender, which he is, and also the song's final lines being "time is / slowly / tracing his face / but strangely he feels at home in this place" is just so perfect.

What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He loves to dabble in a lot of art forms besides drawing!! Some he takes to easily--his nimble fingers make him a natural at the piano--but others take... considerably more practice. Gary teaching him how to dance (<- link to my fic about this) is a little rockier at first, and I think they both sustain a few injuries in the process of him getting the hang of it.

If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Answered here!

If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Tracey is mostly a very mild-mannered and gentle person but those sporadic moments where he forgets tact or gets really angry and goes off are so great, and I love when fic writers capture that side of his character too!!

What I don't love is mostly the homophobic, fatphobic, and ableist bashfic of the early 2000s, but thankfully people aren't usually like that in the open now (at least not as much). I am very accepting of differences in character interpretations if you're not just being mean, so the main problem I have with how Tracey is handled in recent fic is just. Please don't tag him if he's only mentioned in a single line, because I will get excited to see a new fic in his tag and then I will be sad.

What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I wish I could remember! I was very small when I first saw Orange Islands, and then I went a long time without seeing it. He was sort of There in my mind but my memories were pretty hazy, I remembered him mostly as just being a nice chill guy. I adored him instantly on my 2020 Orange Islands rewatch though, and by the end he had a hold on my heart. And now here we are!! And I love and appreciate him even more because he got me a boyfriend. Thanks Tracey for my life, love, and happiness.

[ozimagines]

Holly’s Uncles

Holly Beecher had three uncles, just like Casper, as she once told her dad. Technically she had her father’s actual brother, but the man was totally useless as an uncle. He wasn’t wise or fun or sweet. He just sort of was. Holly loved him, she guessed, but not for any reason. Not like her other uncles. She drew a picture of their family one time, and even though her drawing had two daddies, what really drew the teacher’s attention was the three men standing in the background. Holly was called to stay after school with Mrs. Penney.

“Holly… honey… I know who these two are, and I’m so happy you felt comfortable sharing you have two daddies with the class…” she phrased this as delicately as possible. “Who are these… fellas?”

“Those are my uncles.” Holly answered as if it was obvious. “Uncle Ryan, Uncle Cyril, and Uncle Kareem.”

“Oh… are they your fathers’ brothers?” She asked, noting the skin color on ‘uncle Kareem’. Holly shook her head. Mrs. Penney was so smart, but she was being so dumb right now.

“No, they were in Oz with my dads.”

“…Oz?”

“The prison.” She clarified, already bored with this conversation and picking at her blue nail polish. Mrs. Penney looked concerned. (We’re mandated reporters, people, and kids say a LOT of stuff…) “They’re not bad though. Any of them. Sometimes Uncle Ryan is a jerk though and Pop has to talk to him.”

“They were in prison with both your fathers?” She repeated, flabbergasted. “Holly… could you tell me about your uncles?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Do they ever get angry with you?”

Holly thought for a second and shook her head.

“No.” She thought another second. “Uncle Ryan once told me not to take Uncle Cyril to the park alone though. He was upset but he didn’t yell at me or anything.”

“Why was he upset? Are you allowed to be alone with Uncle Cyril?” Mrs. Penney was taking notes now, best of intentions in her heart, trying to gauge if there was anything worth being concerned about. She knew about Holly’s brother’s murder, and about her father’s alcoholism, but not about the uncles from prison. Holly was a great kid who already saw too much of life.

“Of course I am! He’s my uncle!” Holly said incredulously, not picking up that her teacher was already mentally pressing that little panic button. “But other people don’t understand Uncle Cyril. Other people just think he’s dumb. He’s not dumb though. He’s really smart and so so funny. And he always shares his candies with me, even if it’s right before dinner. He saves me the green apple and watermelon ones, ‘cause they’re my favorites.”

“Tell me about Uncle Cyril. Why do people think he’s dumb?”

“Because he’s redarted.”

“Re-darted?”

“That’s what I hear people call him. Like ‘hey redart’ and all that and daddy said that’s not nice to say. I think it means dumb, but like I said, he’s not dumb.”

Retarded.

“Oh.” Her teacher audibly gasped when she understood. “I didn’t know… ‘re-darted’ people were allowed in Oz.”

“Yeah, Uncle Kareem says it’s a broken system that needs to be burnt to the ground as the voices of the oppressed rise up like a phoenix from the ashes.” Holly blinked and noticed something on Mrs. Penney’s desk; “can I have a lollipop?”

Mrs. Penney was shocked that she heard what she heard from a child’s mouth.

“Your uncle wouldn’t happen to be-“

“Kareem Said. Yeah, that’s him, but he’s not as scary as he seems on TV.”

Mrs. Penney laughed a little at Holly’s candor.

“Is he kind to you?”

“Of course he is. He’s my godfather too. Uncle Kareem always makes time for me, even if he’s really really busy. One time Mr. Arif -I don’t like him, he’s mean- was saying he needed to spend time with his own kind and uncle Kareem was all like ‘she is my kind because she is one who strives for peace and justice’ and I thought that was so cool! He takes me for ice cream every Sunday and reads a prayer from the Koran every night when he comes over. He even talks to Daddy when he’s sad about Mom and Gary.”

Mrs. Penney was smiling a little now. She couldn’t imagine someone as serious as Kareem Said being a goofy uncle with Holly. Holly kept going on and on about how Uncle Kareem played dress up with her one time and he was prince Eric so she could be the little mermaid, holding her up in front of a sprinkler so she could say “part of your… WORLD!” like Ariel. Uncle Ryan always holds her up on his shoulders at parades and helped her sneak extra chocolate chips into their pancakes, even if he could be rude. Uncle Cyril and her were apparently inseparable, Shari no candy and watching movies and building blanket forts. They had movie nights where her father projected cartoons onto a bedsheet, and they both loved Cyberchase, but they both didn’t like the Hacker, the villain. She talked about Uncle Cyril as one would an older brother.

There was a knock on the doorframe. Mrs. Penney turned to see one of the men from Holly’s drawing.

“Uncle Kareem!” She rushed over to him and threw herself in his arms. He accepted it openly, loving his goddaughter more than anything in this world. He regarded the teacher.

“We were waiting for Holly outside,” he shook Mrs. Penney’s hand. “Was she held back for a reason?”

Mrs. Penney showed him the drawing, and watched as his face split into a huge, genuine smile. He tousled her hair.

“I had questions about Holly’s uncles. I’m happy she has so many people in her life that love her.” Mrs. Penney explained. “I wanted to know the names of the men in the picture.”

“She was asking me lots of questions about you and Uncle Ryan and Uncle Cyril. Like if you’re ever mean to me and stuff.” Holly shrugged, sucking on the green apple Lolly pop given to her by Mrs. Penney. Her teacher blushed and turned to Kareem Said, who was still smiling.

“Our family doesn’t look like many others.” He put his arm around Holly’s shoulder. “But we love just as hard and as strong as any other.”

“That much is clear.” Mrs. Penney admitted. “As I said, I’m happy Holly has so many people who love her.”

“She truly does.” Kareem shook her hand and guided Holly outside to where two other men were waiting by a car. She watched out the window as Holly launched herself into the blonde man’s arms, and how the other man had squeezed her arm and kissed her forehead. Mrs. Penney smiled beside herself. Holly had lost a mom, a brother, and a grandfather to Oz, so it was nice to see she walked away with a few more members of her family, not just fewer.

Holly Beecher had three uncles, just like Casper, and each one of them loved her to the moon and back.

[canonisdead]

Yeti/Dutch

Dutch winced as a loud knock on the door threw him into full awareness. He isn’t sure if he was even asleep, more likely in the state where you’re half asleep.

Finn races from the kitchen to quickly unlock and open the door. He had no idea why he was so eager to open the door. While he had mentioned Lenny was dropping off something of his here, he never explained what exactly it is.

“I thought Lenny was coming here?” His confused voice prompted Dutch to open one eye.

“Anne had to drive Lenny to therapy.” Yeti’s non-nonchalant tone made him fully open his eyes.

Finn quietly walks away with a basket of clothes. Dutch raises an eyebrow.

“Why did Lenny want to buy you new clothes?”

His brother didn’t answer.

“Lenny said that Finn needed to use a washing machine.” Yeti steps into the house, looking around. “Yeti can only assume Dutch’s is broken?”

“Washing machine?!” Ugh, Finn was so fucking lazy. “Those things don’t clean things properly!”

Yeti opened his mouth, maybe to call him insane, when a familiar ten year old pushed past him to approach the couch.

“Uh, careful Blinky, I’m kinda sick, I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Guardian if you get sick.”

“Sorry big brother Yeti’s boyfriend.”

Half a second later Yeti flew into some kind of coughing attack and Dutch tried not to laugh.

“What?! Dutch is NOT Yeti’s boyfriend!”

“Ouch babe, my feelings!” Dutch fakes a hurt pout.

“Yeti! Don’t hurt your boyfriend’s feelings!” Blinky genuinely scolds him and Yeti had to repress himself from glaring at him.

He clearly wasn’t that angry about this considering he was still talking in third person.

“Dutch needs to stop encouraging him.” Yeti settles for glaring at Dutch.

“After all we’ve gone through and you reject me?” Unfortunate for him, Dutch wasn’t done teasing him. “Is it because I’m sick?”

The fluffy Chi throws his hands up in an exasperated motion. “It is not because Dutch is sick!”

“I don’t hear you denying it anymore.” Finn’s voice pipes from a doorway, maybe leading to his room.

Yeti squints at him. “Doesn’t Finn have better things to do not involving butting in Yeti’s love life?”

“And now you’re calling it a love life!”

“What is Finn? A detective?”

Blinky runs up to Finn, “Are you sick?”

“Uh, no, why?”

His question was quickly answered when the kid then hugged him.

“Do you hug everyone you visit or something?” Finn awkwardly pats his head.

“You couldn’t pay me to hug Gary.”

He runs back over to Yeti and grabs his hand. “We should probably get going, you wouldn’t want to catch your boyfriend’s cold.”

He emits an annoyed grunt but lets the younger pull him out of the cottage.

“Bye honey!” Dutch calls out causing Yeti to give him one last glare with his face burning.

From embarrassment, yes, just embarrassment.

What the fuck is Dutch’s phone number

Yeti glares down at his phone, impatiently waiting for Lenny’s response. Mostly because the older never cuts to the chase.

Why? Did you see Blinky’s pictures?

What pictures? Blinky draws a lot of pictures

Such a shame you never knew about the fanart he’s drawn of you two

How long has Blinky been shipping him with Dutch?!

Just give Yeti his phone number Yeti wants to yell at him for calling him pet names

Alright, calm down Tiny, I’ll send your boyfriend’s phone number

LENNY

[itsinmyear]

Anyway since this account has like 6 followers (hi!) I'm going to branch out a bit and have some other general music stuff.

First off:

I have a bad habit of not listening to new music from artists I know from...before. Before what? no idea. But there's a line my brain draws. Maybe what *my* lizard brain is worried about is finding out a beloved 80s band isn't making wonderful music now.

Gary Numan is a good example. Have you heard the phrase, "are friends electric"? That's Gary Numan.

Remember "Cars" (1979)? NERD.

But he kinda just ran with it, right into the darkness, dragging his electronic sound with him.

A lot of bands include him as a formative influence on their music - "everyone from Trent Reznor to Prince and The Prodigy to Afrika Bambaataa, Basement Jaxx and Kayne West". (source)

Cars, 2009 with Nine Inch Nails.

(side note: I love that Trent Reznor got so good that some of his musical influences are happy to make music with him)

I didn't really get into his music until 2003-ish. This kind of thing.

And he put out an album in 2021. While the rest of us were locked down not making sourdough bread, dude made an album. Show off.

But I haven't listened to it yet. Until now!

Still absolutely an edgy bitch. He's absolutely that nerd that tried to go angry goth, *but it actually worked*.

For more information, see: Gary Numan - Resurrection, a 2022 documentary. You see how great his wife is, and that his kids *like* him, and his music.

Oh - and he's got the autisms. And thinks it's fantastic, and that it really is the reason he was able to do all he's done. So that's cool. He's got some anxiety as well...and some depression...sound familiar?

and he's got this cat

[xoxopredilection]

Bad Batch Love Languages: Coffee

Hi. This is my first headcanon about the Bad Batch. This is inspired by a FB story my SIL posted, and based on the book "The Five Love Languages" by Gary Chapman.

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Sunlight peeks through a crack in the drapes. Birds are chirping loudly, sporadically, outside the window.

Hunter: "Acts of Service"

You feel Hunter's warmth as you snuggle closer to him, trying to shut out the chirping. You must've dozed off again because the next time you open your eyes, the room is bright and you're alone in bed. Though mildly disappointed, you luxuriate in a slow, full-body stretch when the smell of coffee wafts through the room. Hunter walks in, quiet as a mouse, and startles you mid-stretch when he sits on the bed, grinning at your expression as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Good morning cyar'ika. I made coffee. Would you like a cup?"

You smile, reach out your arms and pull him down for a sleepy hug.

Tech: "Quality Time"

You reach an arm over to hug him, but Tech's spot was empty. You look around sleepily but didn't see him. You're not surprised; he usually stays up late and wakes up early to work on one of his projects. Still, it makes you lonely to wake up to an empty bed.

Sighing, you pull the blanket over your head to muffle the chirping but to no avail. You finally throw it off and stumble sleepily to the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth then trudge to the kitchen to the start the coffeemaker. To your surprise, Tech is there with a sheepish look on his face. He knows you're unhappy he wasn't in bed again; after all, it's happened many times in the past.

You mumble a hello and reach into the cupboard for the coffee when he clears his throat and gently pushes it shut.

"I was thinking, mesh'la, that we go out for coffee today. I found a cafe that serves your favorite pumpkin spice coffee and the apple scones you're fond of. That is, if you would like to?"

You are pleasantly surprised and immediately agree.

Echo: "Affirmation"

As you try to grasp onto the last threads of sleep, you feel the mattress shift on Echo's side of the bed. You know he's getting up. Echo has always been an early riser. Force of habit, but you wish he stayed longer in bed for cuddles. You settle deeper into the warm blankets and doze off.

Later on, you wake up and literally smell the coffee. The aroma is strong and robust. Even the sheets smell like coffee. You get out of bed, wash your face, gargle, then wander into the kitchen. Echo has prepared a cup of coffee for you.

"Good morning mesh'la. Coffee?" He hands you the cup.

You take a sip and your eyes widen. It is not the usual flavors. It tastes nutty and bright and creamy. Oh, and the aroma! You feel pleasantly enveloped in the warmth.

"Your coffee is delicious, Echo. Mmm. Thank you." You take another sip and listen as he tells you about his new concoction, beaming.

Wrecker: "Receiving Gifts"

You groan and curl up under the covers. Wrecker's arm pulls you close like a protective shield. You are lulled back to sleep by his even, deep breaths. When you wake up later, sunlight is flooding the room. He is gone but there's a thermal cup and a fruit pastry on the bedside table. A note stuck to the cup says:

"Had to go to a briefing. Snuck out to get your favorites :)See you tonight - W"

Crosshair: "Physical Touch"

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to turn away from the window, but the arm draped across your chest tightens slightly. You know the slightest movement will wake him up; he is a light sleeper. But that single ray of sunlight was shining right into your eyes and it hurt! You hold your breath and turn in little movements onto your side, and find yourself face-to-face with a wide-awake Crosshair. You meekly mumble an apology.

"I was awake already. Infernal cacophony woke me up." As you bury your face in his chest, relieved he isn't angry, he draws you close and continues, "I was going to make coffee but I've got a better idea now." His hand slowly traces a path down your back and over your hip, and you feel his lips curve into a smile against your temple. You sigh in contentment and allow the unfettered exploration of his cool hands.

[eternalstargazer]

Back when episode 53 aired in Japan, a lot of people (on forums, YouTube, etc...) weren't happy with what they saw (Suicune being portrayed as weak, Goh capturing a legendary, and so on...), but for me, episode 53 is one of my favorite episodes of Pokémon Journeys because it's a really great episode for Goh's character and it also happens to have some standout Ash/Goh moments. With the dub episode having aired recently in some countries, now seems like as good of a time as any for me to give my thoughts on what makes this episode so memorable - at least for me! 🙂

Episodes that feature legendary Pokémon have the potential to be something special and this story surrounding Suicune doesn't disappoint. The stakes may not be as high as in some of the Pokémon movies involving legendaries, but that's fine - there isn't anything inherently wrong with stories that have a smaller scope. Not only do we get to see some of the lore surrounding Suicune explored, but we also get to see it in action, as well as how it cares for weaker, more vulnerable Pokémon, and how they, in turn, care for it.

Suicune is shown to be no more different than any other Pokémon. In the context of the anime, it's just another living, breathing creature with emotions. Yes, it's stronger than a lot of other Pokémon, but just because it's stronger and it's seen as a legendary doesn't mean it's an unstoppable force. I don't see its power having been purposely "nerfed" here by the Journeys writers just to give Goh an "easy catch" or handled in a manner to push a narrative that everything comes easy for Goh.

The episode establishes that the Pokémon hunters have been purposely polluting the lake for a period of time. Suicune having to repeatedly purify the lake (and remember, Suicune supposedly travels the world doing this, so we don't even know its energy level at the time the hunters are polluting this one lake), is going to weaken it. Goh points this out in dialogue, too. Suicune is already in a weakened state, but then it gets attacked by three different Pokémon and sustains multiple hits - and on top of that, is visibly poisoned. Legendary or not, if you're playing a Pokémon game and attack a Pokémon this much, its HP is going to drop, and inflicting a status condition - like poison - makes it easier to catch.

If Goh had just happened to stumble upon a seemingly healthy and strong Suicune and chucked a Poké Ball at it, capturing it without any resistance, then I could understand the arguments that Goh gets everything handed to him. That's not what happened though. Also, Goh is shown here to only catch Suicune as a means of saving it from the hunters. He wants to help it, and doesn't see any other option. He sees Suicune as a living creature that needs help, not just as another object for his collection or stepping stone toward his goal of capturing Mew.

A quick observation on character growth here - by the time events in this episode happen, Goh's attitude toward helping Pokémon had already changed, but just think how differently the Goh from episode 3 would've reacted here. Ash has had a very real impact on how Goh has grown as a character and that's one of the many reasons I love the pairing.

So Goh captures Suicune in a way and for reasons that I think makes sense and doesn't feel forced. It's obvious too that Suicune didn't "let" itself be captured willingly because later, when Goh trips and Suicune is accidentally released from the Poké Ball, it's visibly angry. The only reason the capture had been successful was because Suicune had been weakened sufficiently. Again, for all the complaints surrounding Goh capturing Pokémon without weakening them, everything that has happened here is in line with the core game mechanics. I'm sure plenty of players captured Suicune as far back as the Generation II games...

Moving on, as I said, this is a great episode for Goh's character. It reinforces how far he has come since episode 3, and now, much like Ash, he's not willing to just give up when things get tough. He won't abandoned Suicune, and it's his compassion and sincerity that wins over the forest Pokémon, and helps Suicune see that maybe, just maybe, he can be trusted. He sends out his Pokémon to keep a watchful eye on Suicune while he goes to collect berries - some of which are good for treating poison, and he has medicine on hand, all of which show just how knowledgeable and good at analyzing/being prepared for a situation he is. This isn't Goh being some Gary Stu type of character - these are established character traits that go back to episode 2.

Goh does all this because he wants to help and protect Suicune. Him doing this all the while not having any intention of keeping it, to me, is proof that Goh cares just as much about the wellbeing and happiness of Pokémon as any other character in the anime and when people try to frame him as being something else, I simply don't see that as being fair. When Suicune does make it clear to Goh - who is trying to release it at the end of the episode - that it wants to be his Pokémon, I feel it's because of everything Goh has done for Suicune. Suicune can see how pure Goh's heart and soul are and senses that he is genuinely a good person. This isn't handing Goh Suicune on a silver platter - Goh earned Suicune's trust. He cared for and healed Suicune and literally put himself in harms way to protect it. I don't at all see this as a cheap/ridiculous capture.

As I said (er... kinda awhile ago at this point...😅), this episode is not only a favorite of mine because of Suicune and Goh, but also because it really shows just how much Ash and Goh have come to trust/care about each other. Ash trusts Goh to take Suicune someplace safe (though Goh at first doesn't want to leave Ash behind). Goh worries about Ash's safety while running away. Later on, Ash yelling out Goh's name as he rushes to help him after the hunters overpower him. The two battling back to back (Goh's come a long way when it comes to battling, hasn't he? Some more character growth right there)... and then, this scene:

Goh chooses to push Ash out of the way, leaving himself and Cinderace open to Houndoom's attack. It's visible, imo, in how Goh's face is animated that he seemingly, for a split-second, thinks about what to do... and decides to go with trying to protect Ash over himself and/or Cinderace. It's obvious what conclusion I'm gonna draw since I love the pairing, but I do think it's interesting how this saga of the anime has shifted a bit more toward the human/human relationships. Here, I would've expected Goh to try and protect Cinderace over Ash, just like in this clip from episode 72, I would've expected Ash to call out Pikachu's name first/hug Pikachu after being separated from him, yet he says Goh's name first and they lock hands/eyes and smile at each other while Pikachu is kinda just... there, on Ash's shoulder. Just an observation!

As I'm sure you can see, I had a few thoughts on episode 53. 😄

[ohallthecrushes]

Keep calm and carnival on

A/N: @deangirldream requested a fluffy fluff. Thank you for it! ^^ It was a joy to write it. I was trying to put jokes and a lot of fluff to it. I hope you like it. 🙂

Summary: You went to see your clown at work and you ended behind a tent with your face painted up by Carnival. Cause you as his clown girlfriend have to look like one!

Words count:2016

It was a long weekend as most people had three days off of work and almost everyone had some plans of how to spend these days. Most wanted to spend it with their loved ones and you were one of them.

Unfortunately, most people didn't mean everyone, someone always had to work and this time it was Artie. He had a really busy days ahead of him. A small festival was happening in a park and Arthur as Carnival was one of the clowns that were performing there. You promised him that you'd go to see him as soon as you finished your chores, and you kept your promise as you were already heading to the park to greet him and spend some time watching him in his natural environment. There was something delightful and uplifting in how a person could thrive when they did something they loved. And watching Carnival was really joyful and entertaining.

You couldn't wait to see your boyfriend, but as soon as you got there, you realized you didn't know where to find him. It was more crowded than you expected and every few meters there was another small tent with something fun to do or to buy. Arthur had to be in one of them.

You spent some time walking aimlessly from one tent to another, enjoying the weather and a cheering atmosphere. You saw one clown but not with green curls and you waved to Gary as you noticed him in a crowd. He waved you back and pointed to the right, showing you where you could find Arthur. Sweet Gary, he was as helpful as always.

Your feet took you to the green tent as you almost ran the rest of your way there. There was a small group of people standing in front of it, mostly children so you didn't have a problem to see your favorite clown dancing and singing a song to kids. They were all amused and laughing, and you could see it was giving Carnival a motivation to put even more effort into his performance. You stood there for a moment, enjoying him dancing, and looking at kids happy faces. There was only you and Carnival and the happy crowd, nothing else. No problems, no work, no shitty people, no difficult situations. One of those rare happy moments that you wanted to frame in your mind so you could come back to it any time.

Carnival made a cute spin with his hands threw aside in a comical and ending manner as he finished his dance with a bow. He spotted you and sent you a big smile before he waved his hand to you, showing to come to him now. His gesture was a bit theatrical and funny, but Arthur liked to stay in his character for as long as he could.

- Hi there, Carnival - you said with a smile before you came closer to give him a kiss to his cheek. But as you leaned towards him, your foot tripped on his big clowny shoe and you fell on him. He caught your arms and chuckled.

- You can't help it but fall for me, ha? - he joked.

- What can I say? - you shrugged - Your charm is irresistible.

You leaned again, this time without stumbling, and gave him a peck on his cheek. He smiled and you were sure he blushed, but the white paint covered the redness.

- Mr Caaarnivaaal - a soft squealing voice came from behind you - Is that your wiiife?

You looked behind you at a small girl with a lollipop and you gave her a smile.

- Soon to be, yeah. She's my girlfriend - Carnival responded, his voice full of proud, and you turned your head to him so fast you could hear something in your neck cracked.

What? Did he mean it?

He didn't look at you but he noticed the surprised look on your face. His hand found yours and gave it a squeeze.

- But she's not a clown? - the little girl questioned with a suspicious stare. For her the only proper girlfriend for a clown was of course another clown. Simple as that.

- How can you tell she's not? - Carnival leaned down to her height level and raised an eyebrow.

- Because she's not looking like one.

- Oh! You're right - a faked shock appeared on his face - we should change that than, shouldn't we?

The little girl nodded approvingly and Carnival chuckled before he pulled you with him.

- One moment, smart one - he said to her while pointing his index finger up in the air as you both disappeared behind the green tent.

- What are you doing? - you asked with curiosity - You want to changed me into one of your kind?

Mhmh - he nodded smirking - Wait a moment, ok?

He went into the tent and after a moment you saw him back with two stools and a set of grease paints and brushes.

- Are you serious? - you chuckled as he asked you to sit - Can you even disappear behind the tent like that? Won't Hoyt be angry?

- I'm on a break - he shrugged - Besides... - he reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter - I haven't smoked for four freaking hours.

He lightened the cigarette and took a deep breath.

- Better? - you asked as you watched a ball of smoke leaving his mouth.

He nodded with a smirk as he took another puff and sat down on the other stool.

You sat down too and watched as he was setting up his supplies, putting them on a grass, choosing the right brushes and colors for you.

- Alright - he said with a smile as he picked up a large brush - Let's get it started.

You giggled like a child when he leaned towards you with a white paint on the top of the brush. The smell of it was familiar to you, since you smell it often from Arthur. You tasted it a bit even when you were kissing him with the greasepaint still on his face. But you'd never known the feeling of it on your own skin. When he was slowly painting your face, starting from your cheek, you closed your eyes and focused on how that felt. The paint wasn't cold as you thought it would be, the smell was stronger, yet bearable. It tickled sometimes, especially around your mouth.

- How does it feel? - his voice came closer to you.

- Nice.

When he finished painting your face white - the blank canvas he needed to create his work - he picked up the smaller brush, more pointed, and chose the first color to frame your eyes with. He told you to keep your eyes closed, and your chin had been lifted as he carefully started coloring your eyes. The smell of greasepaint mixed with the smell of a cigarette and you wrinkled your nose.

- That was cute - he said as he picked up another brush to put a different color on you. This time red. This was going to be your new smile. Oh, that was going to be great. He had a chance to put a smile on your face, but in a different way than usual. This time it was going to be almost permanent. He was sure you'd look beautiful when he finished.

- That's tickling - you chuckled as he brushed the paint across your lips.

- I know. It's like that until you get used to it.

- Am I going to look like you? - you opened your eyes. You wished there was a mirror so you could look at yourself.

- No, a little different. I'm using colors that you like the most.

- Oh, that's going to be awesome.

He nodded and took the cigarette between his lips. It was hanging from his mouth as he leaned a bit closer to you, putting his free hand on your tight. He wanted to touch you, he hadn't touched you much today and the last time was 10 minutes ago when you fell into his arms. You were more addicting than cigarettes.

- Now hush, sweety, we don't want you to have red teeth. It would scare the kids away.

You smirked as you watched his eyebrows knitting together in concentration. His eyes got those more intense look as he very precisely was drawing lines on your face. It was exciting and fascinating to watch him doing something artistic, something he liked to do. You could see it in his eyes, that he was excited too and he was very focused on you. This extra attention was making you feel like a princess. Clown princess. You would even like that title.

He inhaled the last time before taking the cigarette from his mouth to throw it onto the ground.

- Done! - he tilted his head as he admired his work, checking if everything was done correctly - You look beautiful.

- I wish I could see myself now. I don't have any mirror.

- There's a mirror inside the tent. You can look at yourself while dressing up.

- Dressing up?

- Yeah, there's a trunk there too. I think there should be a costume you could try on.

- Wait, you want me to perform?- you laughed as you got up - I don't know how.

- You know how, you watched me so many times. We will dance together and sing songs. It's easy you'll see - he said hyped as he took your hand in his - and you can make animals from balloons with me.

- Artie... - you chuckled but agreed to his idea - you know the only animal I can make from a balloon is a snake.

- That will do - he chuckled.

You helped him with supplies and he left you inside the tent, giving you time to dress up. You couldn't wait and you looked in a mirror to see what he'd created on your face. You were amazed. The colors he picked, your favorite ones, were very vibrant and he did an amazing job bringing them together into something colorful and matching.

You wanted to admire his work longer, but at the same time you didn't want him to wait for you.

You looked around and found the trunk. You opened it and picked up the first costume that was there. It was a little too big for you, but was comfortable enough to dance with it. And it even matched Carnival's outfit. After a while you decided to stay in your shoes however, there was no way you could dance or even walk in those big clown ones. You wondered how Arthur could do it.

When you were ready you went outside and when Arthur saw you he did that funny little jumps clapping his hands with excitement. You laughed as you walked over to him to stand beside him. He took your hand and swirled you around before he looked at the small girl that was still there, sucking on her lollipop. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Your transformation was spectacular to her.

You swayed shyly to the rhythm of a song playing somewhere in the background. Arthur was already doing a little dance facing you as he swirled you around one more time. You tried to mimic his movement and have fun, and soon you both were facing the crowd, doing some funny silly dance together. The kids were curious and seemed to like you.

The small girl came to you pulling her lollipop out of her mouth.

- You are Ms Carnival! - she said as she smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled back as you glanced at your boyfriend. You started to enjoy it more and more, gaining some confidence along the way. It indeed was easy like Arthur said. Actually, with Arthur, everything seemed to be easy. If you already didn't have a job, you could maybe work at Haha's with Arthur. You could just dance and sing and play around and entertain kids. You wouldn't have to do anything else and kids still would be impressed.

The girl pulled you by your sleeve bringing you down to Earth.

- Can you do any tricks?

Oh no.

[blindbatalex]

Here have this carraville university au by the one and only raisin anon ♥

8 am lectures were the absolute worst in Jamie’s ever so humble opinion, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had indeed signed up for it and had little ground to complain. But it didhappen to be a somewhat interesting course, and as advanced courses usually go, the number of students was low, and the professor was roughly five million times more laid back than the freshly graduated doctorates doing the introductory courses for the freshers.

So it sort of made up for it.

And Gary was in it, of course. That most definitely made up for it. And considering how little time they had had together lately, it was a treat in itself. They didn’t actually study the same thing, as Jamie was on sports science, but after developing a somewhat interest in the business side of commercial top-flight sport, he had taken up some extra economics courses and well. Who could blame him if macroeconomics wasn’t as interesting looking at cute boys?

He didn’t particularly like the vast majority of the people there either, to be perfectly honest. Mostly it was kids from wealthy, well-to-do backgrounds, looking to take up positions in some bank or another, recommendation letters most likely written by their daddy and his associates.

But Gary wasn’t like that. He was more clever than most of them, but Jamie could never see him on a stock exchange or in a high ranking executives office. The first lecture in this new environment Jamie had looked around the small auditorium and decided on who looked the least like a rich, posh twat. Gary had fit the bill. And then he had opened his mouth and revealed not only was he from Manchester, but he was also a United fan. So twat, after all, then.

Jamie’s twat, however, it turned out.

Two months into the semester and he was slumped in an armchair in his and Stevie’s shared flat, lamenting his misery in having a crush on a Manc. What would his mother possibly say, her oldest disgracing their proud scouse roots like that? Stevie, for his part, had absolutely zero sympathy and only judgment.

Four months into the semester, he knew he needn’t have worried about his mother. She had smiled and asked if he was happy. Jamie had blushed and mumbled out an embarrassed yeah, trying to not care about his brothers snickering behind him. Gary was invited for dinner the following Sunday and had made Jamie wonder if being charmed by Mancs was perhaps something of a family trait, going by his mother’s giggling. The look she had thrown Jamie as Gary had volunteered to help clean up the dishes was as obvious as it was strict. You better bloody keep this one.

“Pay attention” an elbow hit his ribs, and Jamie snapped back to reality, to the voice of his professor droning on and on, drawing up something or the other on the blackboard, and a group of bleary-eyed students trying to seem more or less alert and interested.

“I was. And that hurt,” he hissed back at his boyfriend, rubbing absentmindedly where the elbow had hit him. It didn’t really hurt, but he had been up since six-thirty and reckoned some moaning was allowed.

“No, you weren’t. And no, it didn’t,”Gary mumbled back, not even looking at him, too busy scribbling down notes from the blackboard.

Jamie rolled his eyes at Gary’s insistent innocence but decided against bickering any further in solidarity with the girl sitting in front of them.

Instead, he moved his leg closer to Gary’s calf under the desk and indulged himself with five seconds of playing footsie, a bit for his own fun and bit to show he wasn’t really angry. Going by the tiny quirk of the corners of Gary’s lips, he didn’t particularly mind either.

“Any questions with that, boys and girls ?” the professor asked from where he had turned his back on the blackboard and looked expectedly at them.

A few hands shot up, thankfully enough that the professor wouldn’t pull his overused oh so I suppose you all are experts then joke, asking for clarification or elaboration. Personally, Jamie was very well in the realm of not even understanding what you don’t understand and simply nodded along if a question sounded particularly interesting. Gary would help him with the assignments later, he was sure.

His lack of understanding, however, didn’t stop him from stalling ever so slightly when the lecture came to its conclusion. As their schedules diverted, he wasn’t above wasting one or two minutes simply to talk with his boyfriend for a bit. Especially when he knew they didn’t have time to meet up either later in the day or any of the coming either.

“I want a proper date night this weekend, you know. Make up for all the days we’re too busy to do anything,” he said as they walked side by side out the door, throwing a ta for today at the professor still standing at the desk, discussing whatever with one of the more kiss-ass students.

“Go for a film, and I’ll let you get the sweet popcorn?” Gary suggested. He grabbed Jamie’s hand and dragged him over to the corner of the staircase where he would continue down the hall to his next lecture and Jamie would go upstairs to the library.

“You can walk me home after, holding my hand and kiss me goodnight, and I can invite you to stay over. Have a little slumber party, just you and me?”

Gary said it with such innocence, as if he wasn’t perfectly well aware of what he was insinuating and what it was doing to Jamie. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes, the flirty smile slowly growing into a laughing grin as his poor acting skills gave away.

Jamie laughed with him.

“You know me so well, love,” he said and leaned in to peck him on the lips. It was a bit more PDA than they really tended to display, but they hadn’t seen each other all that much outside of Uni lately, and screw it, they could still be considered to be a little bit in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

“I’ll call you later tonight, yeah?” Gary said as they pulled away.

“Yes, please. Enjoy ESG Risks and Regulations”

“I will. Enjoy the library.”

“Always.”

Jamie kissed him again, a little because he felt like it and a little because he wanted to make the random blond pretty-boy walking past just then jealous that Jamie was most definitely getting some. He didn’t restrict himself to just a light peck this time.

He smiled when he pulled back, and had they been together for longer, and the setting was more romantic, he might’ve even dropped a casual love you. As it happened, though, they weren’t there quite yet, but he was definitely starting to feel it. Give him a few more months and it would more than likely plop out sooner rather than later. Judging by the way Gary was looking back at him, he was getting there too.

He let go of his hand slowly and stepped back to let Gary walk past and down the hallway. It felt dangerously close to something straight of out a romantic period drama, if Jane Austen had been writing about two working-class boys at university who barely got any time together, restricted only to early lectures and staring longingly down hallways.

“Bye, love”

“See you”

He watched as the dark mop of hair on Gary’s head disappeared into the flock of students crowding the hall, and no matter how sappy, or clingy or desperate of him it was, he almost missed him already.

Fucking hell, he was going to make this date night the best one ever.

[acklesterritory]

Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

And reblog so the others see this post too. Thanks

**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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Because i am very slerpy and don't have the energy to pick and choose; ALL of the headcanons for BV 😈💙

Incoming long post akakksa

☾ - sleep headcanon

He's used to not sleeping very much, six hours a night max. But there's always a chance you can catch him talking/mumbling in his sleep, usually related to whatever dream he's having. Sometimes he sleep walks too.

★ - sad headcanon

Oof how deep can I get with this uhhhhhh-

I'll just go with he's considered shaving his head a bunch of times, but actually can't bring himself to do it. He likes it just fine, but he's been teased for it as a kid and now it does no good fitting in with the crowd he needs to fit in with. So hiding it will have to do.

☆ - happy headcanon

Literally anything that has to do with Noodle. He didn't even mean to get a pet, he just found this funky little bearded dragon and said "you're mine now." And Noodle is the sweetest little dude, Bee loves him so much. He is a Good Friend that Bee can talk to without being judged.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

It takes a lot for him to be genuinely angry rather than just irritated. It happens though, and it's not a pretty sight mostly because he honestly doesn't like to yell.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Heh. Definitely a factor of his being that you can't ignore. He's very skilled in bed, has had a string of lovers, and many a compliment to boost his already inflated ego. You know the details already. ;)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

He lives fairly comfortably, not necessarily rich like Elektra, but he does well for himself considering his business. Though he does cut corners on certain things cause he can kinda be cheap about some stuff.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Going on a date with BV, you're going to be in for a treat, no questions asked. From fancy dinners to flowers to sweet nothings whispered in your ear to a night of passion - he goes all out. Though it's usually appreciated, sometimes with people like Carrie or Elektra, they just value the time shared with him - the real him.

♥ - family headcanon

I headcanon BV as CB's older brother. It just Makes Sense in my brain. Obviously, Bee is going to be the Handler of the Ceeb, always has been.

☮ - friendship headcanon

I will defend this to the end of my days, he and Carrie are best friends. She's one of the only ones to get him to cut the shit and be real with her. As a result they regularly have nights where they stay up talking about.....anything and everything. BV really only ever feels comfortable opening up to her for the longest time.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

He's very good at drawing realistic portraits, just been something he's practiced ever since he was young. When he's nervous, he rubs his fingers together or fiddles with the bandana.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes - The Obvious™ - money, white wine, fancy restaurants, jewelry, BUT ALSO art museums, western movies, long rides with a pretty view, sunsets, and staying up very late.

Dislikes - any dessert food that's too sweet, actually having to go to sleep, coffee, peanut butter, capri pants, extremely hot weather, the color green, and a lot of other random stuff that isn't actually worth hating.

▼ - childhood headcanon

There was a point in his childhood where he pretended to be mute - the reasons are twofold. 1) To avoid having to talk to people and 2) Because he hates the way his voice sounded.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Trains just look the age that they feel comfortable as, right? But in terms of actually getting older, he'd eventually drop the aesthetic he currently has, even if his heart still says MJ 🤣

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He can make something edible out of the most random ingredients that you wouldn't necessarily think go well together. Something that you pick up when growing up in a rather poor household. 🙃

☼ - appearance headcanon

My faceclaim is Gary and you know this - but aside from that, he has long, curly ginger hair that he hides with the bandana/hat. He has freckles just like Ceeb,  though he's adamant about covering them. His eyes are green. He's 5'8" tall. A good amount of lean muscle. Usually paints his nails black.

ൠ - random headcanon

He's colorblind! Can't actually see blue for shit until Elektra "fixes" it for him. :)