#And it definitely sounds like something someone trying to play the victim would do which just makes me feel worse about it

[arcane-vagabond]

I love that you’re writing for Tyler! I would love to say that I have an idea for you but all I can think of is something with a shy and/or insecure reader. I don’t remember if you wrote for plus size!readers, so shy/insecure reader is another fave.

Maybe reader is someone Tyler and the Wranglers save during a tornado? My mind is empty of ideas rn, sorry!

First of all, I'm always down to write a plus size!reader as I, myself, am a plus sized girlie and quite frankly? We need more love.

Imagine you're a member of another storm chasing crew, kind of like Kate, but less exploitative of the victims of these storms. Your crew does a lot of the same stuff Tyler and his crew does, except you aren't shooting off fireworks into the funnels because hello??

But you're stopped at a gas station one day while your friends/crew stock up on snacks for the road and hit the bathrooms one last time. You're out surveying the skies, trying to decide which storm is worth your while when that cocky sonofagun from the rival team comes sauntering up to you. You think nothing of it.

Of course you found Tyler Owens to be extremely attractive, you'd have to be blind not to, in all honesty. But you had resigned yourself to the fact that this Adonis of a man would never look twice at you, at least not in the way you wanted him to. So you accepted that your crush was most definitely one sided.

"Looks like chances are good for some kind of action today," he drawled. You glanced over at him, eyeing the way his hands rested on his hips before blowing out a breath.

"Yeah," you muttered, tearing your gaze away and back toward the sky. There was a heavy pause between the two of you, and you shifted on your feet uneasily.

"I hope that team captain of yours hasn't said too many bad things 'bout me," he chuckled, though he didn't sound amused in the slightest.

"What do you mean?" You asked, turning to look at him fully now. A frown tugged on his lips as he peered at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Just would hate for a pretty girl like you to think the worst of me is all," he shrugged. "Especially when I'd like to see more of her."

Your heart stopped. Surely he wasn't be serious. This had to be a joke, right? There's no way someone that looked like him would be interested in someone like you.

Right?

A look of uncertainty crawled onto his face the longer you went without saying anything.

"I mean, if you're not interested, that's fine, too," he said, the words coming out in almost a jumbled mess with how quickly he spoke. "I mean, I've just seen you around, and I think you're real pretty and all that. I just wanted to try my luck and see if you'd be interested in grabbing a drink sometimes, but maybe I'm overstepping and-"

He blew out a breath, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm just gonna shut up now," he grumbled, turning to head back towards the large crowd.

"You wanna go on a date with me?" You asked, voice quiet, and you were surprised that he heard you. He turned back to look at you, a twinkle in his eyes as his lips quirked upwards.

"Was I not being obvious enough about it?" He teased, shoving his hands into his pockets. You heard Ricky, your team lead, call your name. You waved over at him to let him know you were on your way before looking back at Tyler, a grin playing at the corner of your lips.

"I gotta run," you told him, watching the crestfallen look that covered his face. You bit your lip and stepped closer to him, his pretty, green eyes widening slightly at the proximity. "But if you want, you can buy me a drink the next time you see me?"

"Yeah?" He asked, a grin breaking out across his face. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him shyly through your lashes.

"Sure thing, cowboy," you giggled, spinning on your heel and making your way back towards your team.

[menticidemushroom]

Project Eden's Garden Theories + Minor Analysis 🍎

Not a specific death order theory, just an excuse to yap because I'm hyperfixating

This is very long and it probably doesn't make sense.

🐍 Damon Maitsu- Ultimate Debater

Obviously everybody has the mastermind theory. It's the garden of eden and Satan was the snake. I do agree with the Satan analogy, but more so as an "outer" symbolism as opposed to an "inner" symbolism. Let me explain that better. I think that Damon will come of as antagonistic to the group because he says the right things in the wrong way. Like how he was trying to help everyone by telling them not to trust each other, but he was a dick about. Damon will play the Devil in the perception of the cast, but I don't believe that he will be actually behind the Killing Game.

🐦‍⬛ Eva Tsunaka - Ultimate Liar

I understand the first culprit theory. Eva is a similar name to Eve, Eve is the first human to sin, Eva is the first cast member to kill. That makes sense, but I see her taking on a more Kirigiri kind of role. Smart girl sort of side protag actively tries to hunt down the mastermind. However, since she's the Ultimate Liar and the cast already seems distrustful of her, I could see Eva discovering the secret to the killing game or the true mastermind but no body believes her which either leads to Eva killing the mastermind, or the mastermind killing/framing her. (Like Junko trying to frame Kirigiri in chapter five.)

🦈 Desmond Hall - Ultimate Marksman

I don't have much for Desmond. I feel like he'll either be a victim or a survivor. I can't see him as a culprit. At least not intentionally. I could see him trying to protect someone and killing their attacker in the process on accident, but I lean more towards a victim for him.

🦢 Eloise Taulner - Ultimate Fencer

I see Eloise as a survivor, but I lean towards a culprit. It's not a strong theory, but I see them trying to flip the shrinking violet trope on its head. In the chapter one preview from the San Antonio game expo we see Wolfgang trying to "help" Eloise by offering to walk with her before they go exploring and she seems to get annoyed with him. I could see this being a way to show that Eloise isn't a fragile as she let's on.

🦩 Toshiko Kayura - Ultimate Matchmaker

I want to believe that since she's literally a baby that she won't die, but part of me believes that since she's so young she will die. My current theory is that she's either the chapter one or two victim. I could definitely see the team choosing to kill her off early as a sort of "shock value" for the cast. Because I'm sure seeing a child get murdered would be more psychologically damaging then seeing an adult die. I'll be honest my Toshiko theory is kind of weak.

🐻 Wenona - Ultimate Entrepreneur

I see Wenona as a kind of Celeste character. The whole "if you do not adapt, you will die" mindset. I could see her staying distant from the group the majority if the time. I think that she will be a culprit, chapter three specifically. In the chapter on trailer we see during her free time event that the bear symbolism they gave her represents strategy. I feel like she'll have a really complex murder plot since she's obviously smart. She's also a Native American woman in the field of business. That's obviously not something easy. I highly doubt that she would give it up so easily. Plus, she's a billionaire. As much as I love Wenona, she's evil.

🦉 Ulysses Wilhelm - Ultimate Historian

Let me start by saying tat he is my favorite. Unfortunately, that means he's going to die. He writes everything in his notebook, if that doesn't sound like a major point of discussion in a trial, I don't know what does. I could also see him surviving, but I lean more towards a victim for him. The only reason I seem him surviving is that there could be this big moment in the final trial where they have to connect several seemingly unrelated notes in his notebook to find the big mystery or whatever. Anyway, I love him and if he dies I will lose it.

🐊 Mark "Mayhem" Berskii - Ultimate Music Producer

I can see Mark as a victim or a culprit and both of them revolve around Jett. As we see in the prologue, Mark is a very shy and reserved person. Obviously this paints a target on his back and any character who has a close friendship is another death flag. I could see him being killed and Jett falling into despair, or killing somebody with Jett.

💄Diana Venicia - Ultimate Cosmetologist

Diana is a character who I feel very strongly about as a survivor. It's not a strong theory, but it's just what feels right. Most people take the chameleon symbolism to be negative, but I don't see it as good or bad. I think it just emphasize that Diana is your average sixteen year old girl blending in with the crowd. She'd not a threat, she isn't aggressive, she just a teenaged girl. She is kind, she is helpful, she loves makeup. She just wants to love her life. She's so plain that she'll blend in and she will live.

🐑 Wolfgang Akire - Ultimate Lawyer

Oh boy, here we go. This is the big one. I believe that Wolfgang will either be a victim or a survivor. He will be the antagonist, but he is not a villain. Like I said for Damn who says the right thing in the wrong ways, Wolfgang will say the wrong thing is the right ways. I truly believe that Wolfgang has good intentions, but he is so optimistic and passionate that he lets his savior complex to bring everybody into a more vulnerable state. Like Damon's snake symbolism alluding to him bring the "devil" to the group, Wolfgang's sheep symbolism shows him as the "angel" to the group. The lamb of God, the Messiah, the guardian angel. He wants to save everybody, but he can't because he doesn't accept the horrible truth of the group's situation. He wants to believe that he can bring them to salvation, but a man can never be a God. My other theory is that he will be a final chapter sacrifice. A death is necessary for the group to escape and he will accept his new role of Martyrdom. Letting him finally become the savior he wanted to for the entire game.

🦋 Kai Monteago - Ultimate Influencer

Butterflies represent change, the butterfly effect. Kai will be the first culprit and this will lead to more fear without the group causing more people to want to kill. The flap of his wings will cause the tornado of death that will plague the group for the rest of the game. Short theory, but I feel strongly about it.

🐺 Jett Dawson - Ultimate Drag Racer

As I stated with Mark's theory, I see Jett as a culprit. Either Mark will be a victim and Jett will fall into despair driving him to murder in a later chapter, or he will kill somebody to escape with Mark. The only way this would work is a motive we're the backend can bring one person with them to the outside or they find a way for Jett and Mark to both equally be held accountable as the culprit. Though I'm not sure how something lijrme that could happen since the only instance is in SDRA2 chapter three and the plan behind that was bizarre (in a good way) and I doubt they could replicate anything similar.

🦁 Ingrid Grimwall - Ultimate Blacksmith

Ingrid is the only character I can't really think of anything for. I just have a strong feeling that she won't survive. Sorry.

🐲 Jean Delamer - Ultimate Ship Captain

I can see Jean as a chapter five victim. Since we see in the chapter one demo that he takes the hope speech guy role, I can see him dying fairly late in the game either as an "easy target" or since he's getting in the way of more murders happening.

🕷 Cassidy Amber - Ultimate Pro Gamer

I see Cassidy as a survivor, but I don't have any evidence. I just can't think of a theory for her as a victim, or as a culprit. She could also be the true mastermind, which is a fairly popular theory. That makes some sense considering her spider symbolism and the whole "tangled in a web" metaphor.

Thanks for reading!

Feel free to tell me any other theories you have!

[otomiyaa]

Luigi x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by @weegee-simp69 for my 1K Followers Event🌻

This. Was. Crazy!

"No! S-stay away hahaha!" you giggled nervously, speeding through the big castle. You were enjoying your annual holiday over at the castle of Princess Peach, together with your boyfriend Luigi and the whole gang, and you had only been laughing at him.

At Luigi being the victim of the group for anything, from the silliest pranks to getting ganged up on during any game you played, to the most intense tickle tortures.

Speaking of that last one...

"I'll make you feel what it's like!" Luigi chirped, very close behind you now.

Eek! After only laughing and giggling at his misery, something had snapped in him and switched the usual mostly timid guy into a revenge-mode he usually reserved only for the fiercest kart races.

"No you cahahan't!" you cried. Which was true. One Luigi tickling you couldn't be as bad as what Mario and the gang made him go through the past weekend.

Which didn't mean it couldn't be bad at all.

"WAh!" Luigi was already very close behind you, but you tripping caused him to bump into you from behind, resulting in him conveniently tackling you to the floor.

"Gotcha now!"

There was no way to apologize for not helping him and for laughing at him, because without giving you any chance to talk yourself out of it, he started tickling your sides and stomach without mercy.

"Plehehease!" you howled instantly, but Luigi only smirked triumphantly.

"There's no escaping now~" Wow he really embraced his villain era now. Bowser's latest antics rubbed off on him huh?

"Wahahait - you dohohon't n-need to dohoho this!" you cackled, swatting at his nimble fingers.

You were lucky that Luigi was kind enough not to share with the others how ticklish you were. You were even worse than him, probably, and you both knew that they wouldn't let you get away without a regular wrecking here and there, if they were aware of this little fact.

Though you could swear it may also be because Luigi wanted to keep the privilege of tickling you to himself, it was still sweet of him to only do this to you in private. As long as it could remain private, of course.

"S-someonhohone m-might seehee ahaha!" you laughed in an attempt to end your demise early. Luigi shook his head.

"No one's here but nice try! The ticklish scaredy cat has got you all to himself~" he said proudly.

Wah! It wasn't even you who called him a ticklish scaredy cat first, it was Wario! But... you definitely snorted and repeated the nickname once or twice just to tease him.

What goes around comes around huh. You were still laughing, only for different reasons this time.

"Oh, where do you think you are going?" Luigi asked when you managed to break free only for a brief moment. You tried to crawl away, only for him to capture your legs, and he tickled you behind your knees.

"Nohoho wah! Luigeeheehee!"

"...Did you just call me 'Waluigi'?"

Pffft! No, but - "Yehehehes! You're ehehevil just like hihim!" You weren't helping yourself, but you couldn't help it. Comparing Luigi to Waluigi wasn't a compliment.

“That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position," Luigi said, and he reached for your thigh and tickled you like hell.

"AAHAhaha! Oka-ahahaay I tahahake it back!" Abort mission, no more teasing in this position, Luigi really seemed very energized by getting tickled so much by the others!

"Hmm what was that?"

"NAHAHA! SAHAharreeheee!"

You two were definitely a match made in heaven. Your silly cackles were similar to how Luigi would sound in the same situation. And even though you would love to let him join you now with some hysterical laughter of his own, there was no strength left in your ticklish body to get him back.

"I'm sohohorry! Forgihihive me-ahaha!" you laughed tiredly.

It took you a few more of those similar pleas, and some more of the most ticklish leg- and side tickles, before he finally stopped and let you catch your breath.

"Forgive and forget, for now," he said with the cutest smug little grin.

"But you should help me out next time, or I will gladly do it again."

It was a comfort to see him so confident around you. "Well, as you just noticed, hehe, I'm definitely no match for them. I can't really help you."

Luigi made a face.

"Hm... Right. Then the least you can do, is not laugh at me. Or I'll make you laugh for a different reason," he said, and he playfully wiggled his finger against your tummy.

You giggled and caught his finger with both hands. Now that was a condition you could live with. Probably.

"Deal!"

[tojixz]

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Notes: First of all I want to thank you for all the affection! Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs, I'm so happy!!! 😭💞💞 And also, I wasn't so happy with this part, I feel like it got kinda shitty, so I'm sorry if it's bad 🥲

Summary: Tuk finally comes into the family, lots of love and affection. I am horrible with summaries????

Warnings: TW!! Labor pain, a lot of anguish on mommy's part, Sully family worried.

Word Count: 3k

Skxawng (n) - Idiot

Sa'nok (n) - Mom Tìyawn (n) - Love

Sempul (n) - Father Yawntu (n) - Loved

Part one | Part two

The sun was high in the sky by now. You were sitting leaning against a tree near the camp, weaving some baskets. After all, it was one of the only activities you were capable of doing right now.

Not wanting to play the victim, which you certainly are not, you were unable to do activities that required much body movement or strength. In the last few weeks you were experiencing many contractions and extreme pain. Your feet were swollen and it felt like you were carrying a Thanator on your back. Honestly, it couldn't get any worse.

Therefore, your only choice was to do simple tasks that were even assigned to children. You felt useless, it really was not a pleasant state.

But what relieved your stress was knowing that your baby will soon arrive. Soon she will be in your arms, babbling something or crying for your attention. You were anxious. Both to get rid of that awful end-of-pregnancy feeling and to finally feel the warmth of your child.

You were quiet, humming songs as you enjoyed the fresh air of your home and the sounds of nature. Definitely a planet blessed by your divinity.

A few seconds later you finished making the last basket of the day. In total there were three, which you considered to be enough so far. Deciding to take your handiwork to the people in the clan who would use it, you got up from the ground to start your way back to the camp. You certainly had a hard time getting up, heavens, your back was killing you, but nothing that a little effort wasn't enough.

That is until you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and something warm trickle down your thighs.

No. This couldn't be what you thought it was.

A wave of panic began to wash over you as you let out agonized groans from the extreme pain you were feeling.

Why now? Why just now?? Couldn't that have waited a few minutes to happen?!

You had to act fast. You had to go to Mo'at. You had to tell them your baby was coming. But what guarantee was there that you would make it there?

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, you put your hand on your belly and start trying to breathe to calm your heartbeat, but your breath is coming in between cuts. You are losing strength in your legs and the pain is unbearable.

"Hold on baby. Just wait a little longer. We're coming…" Muttering to yourself both as a way to keep calm, and also to keep your focus on the hike, you start walking toward the camp. If you found anyone along the way, that would be good enough. They might be able to help. "Ah Great Mother… I won't make it."

Tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't want to do this alone. You couldn't. You were too afraid of what might happen.

But you also had no strength left in your body. Your legs were shaking, still trying to hold on, and your abdomen was throbbing. It was unbearable. Waves of frustration covered you as your only option was to sit back down on the floor and pray to Eywa that someone would come to help you.

You felt more and more contractions and at this point you could only scream and accept the fact that you would have to deliver the baby yourself.

What an idea of yours to distance yourself from the camp. You could be at home, in your own comfort. But you wanted and needed fresh air.

Jake had become ten times more protective of you, preventing you from going out much, or if you did, was in the company of someone. You understand his concern; you could go into labor at any moment. But it doesn't change that you still missed doing things on your own. Well, that desire of yours led to this situation at the moment.

To make matters worse, you wouldn't have the chance to find your children around, nor your husband. Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak were out doing their daily training, and Kiri was also studying and learning with her grandmother. They are still children, but it is the best thing to learn at a young age.

With your back resting on the trunk of the tree, you begin to take deep breaths to calm your hiccups and prepare yourself for the next steps. There was no more time, you would have to do it yourself.

That is until you hear footsteps behind you.

It couldn't be a predator. Although you were not exactly in the camp, you were in a nearby location. Wild animals don't go near there because they were aware that there were too many people to deal with. So it is a safe area. But it could also only mean one thing…

It is someone walking there!

And it was just a soul she needed to call for help.

"Grandma told me to get purple seeds, but I've been looking for so long and I can't find anything! Come on…" Kiri was frustrated that she couldn't find the ingredient that her grandmother had charged her to get. But she kept walking.

Until she heard moans of pain and quiet sniffling behind a tree. This startled her a little, but then she thought 'Is anyone hurt?'

Walking cautiously to the spot to check, she came across her mother. She was on the floor looking like she was in pain, sweat covering her entire body as tears streamed from her eyes. It felt like her heart stopped for a second at the sight.

"Sa'nok? What's wrong?!", Kiri crouched down next to her mother, as she started to look around her for apparent injuries. Her eyes fell on her wet legs and her hand resting on her stomach.

"Mom… that's not-"

"Kiri! Oh heavens, thank you. Kiri, my child, go get your grandmother. I need you to get her over here as fast as you can, please!" Her voice was hoarse from crying over the pain, along with the emotion that consumed her that Eywa had listened to her prayers and directed Kiri to you.

"But mother, I can't leave you, not like this-"

"Kiri, it will be all right. I need you to get your grandmother. Now. Hurry!"

Kiri didn't even think straight before her little legs were running towards her grandmother's tent. Even if she gets there quickly, her grandmother won't be able to speed up her steps that much. Seeing her mother in that state terrified her. How long were you there suffering alone? With no one to take away her fear.

Kiri had never run so hard in her life, her lungs were burning for air and her mouth was dry. On the way to the tents, Kiri came across ikrans landing nearby. It was her father and her brothers.

"Hi babygirl, why are you in such a hurry-", Jake was cut off by the pleading voice of Kiri who was gasping for air.

"Sempul! Go to mommy, she needs your help. She's near the tree she usually stands to weave things. Now I need to go to grandma, please take care of mommy!", Kiri didn't even give her father a chance to answer or ask any questions before running back to her grandma. Jake was alarmed by his daughter's tone and her haste. Putting the pieces together, Jake's mind could only think of one thing.

His baby is coming.

Before he could even draw that conclusion, he found himself running frantically to the tree his daughter had said, being followed by his other children. "No, you go back home. Tell Kiri to stay too", Jake shouted over his shoulder, still seeing his children following him.

"We can't stay home, mommy needs help!", Lo'ak tried to argue but only received a warning look from Jake.

"Stay. I'm ordering", Jake spoke in a firmer voice, noticing how his children stopped in their running and just looked at his back. Jake wasn't sure if you would want your children watching your sister deliver her baby and they could only make the situation worse by asking questions. Therefore, he had no choice.

Concentrating on the road ahead, Jake finally arrives at the place informed and is confronted with their pleading and agonized cries. It breaks his heart. If Kiri hadn't found you, what would have happened? Would you have had to go through this alone? He imagines how terrified you must have been.

"Hey, hey, are you all right? I'm here", Jake took your hand and squeezed it gently to convey his support. You didn't have to suffer without anyone anymore.

"I look fine to you-", your speech was cut off by the scream you let out from the sudden contraction you felt. You had forgotten what a hellish pain childbirth was. Even though you had already done it twice, you will definitely never get used to the feeling. "Ah Great Mother… give me strength." More tears rolled down your face as you continued to scream and squeeze Jake's hand.

Jake was never going to get used to this phenomenon either. It was terrifying to say the least to watch the birthing process. He hated to see you suffer, hated that only you had to go through this pain. But he was thrilled at the idea that his baby was finally coming. Jake's heart was starting to soften.

A few minutes had passed with Jake trying to comfort you, his wife, until Mo'at arrived on the scene. When she arrived, she didn't even exchange words properly before going to between your legs and analyzing the situation.

"You are already very dilated. I apologize for not being here sooner, my child. But now I need you to spread your legs wider and push."

You didn't even think long before you pushed it out. You couldn't wait any longer, everything hurt. Your body felt like it was going to break in half. Jake knew you had such strength in your hand at the birth of your first child, but man, he really was always scared. It's amazing that his hand didn't break.

Your throat hurt from screaming so much, and your lower half was numb. Mo'at said that she was already starting to see the child, so she encouraged you to continue.

But how? Frankly, you were running out of strength. This is definitely the most difficult labor of the previous two. You wanted to scream at Eywa and ask her to get it over with, but you could only let out shaky sighs as you continued your labor.

This baby will be a blessing, you will love it as much as the others, you couldn't wait to hold it in your arms. But it's Jake's fault that you're lying there on the floor in pain.

After a lot of sacrifice, a lot of effort, a lot of tears and pain. You were finally able to hear your son's cry. Or rather, daughter.

It was a girl, a beautiful little girl.

You laid your head down on the support Mo'at had placed for you, while you stabilized your breathing. You were exhausted, feeling like you might pass out at any moment. Your body was disgusting and sticky, covered in sweat and blood. It was a little frustrating. But what kept you from exhaustion was the beautiful cry of your daughter. It was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Mo'at handed the baby into Jake's trembling hands as she thanked Eywa for the blessing. There were tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her lips.

Jake held his daughter in his arms with the greatest care in the world. Tears ran down his cheeks as he talked to the baby to calm her down. "She's so… beautiful."

You let out a weak laugh, more tears filling your eyes. You were thrilled to see Jake's infectious smile, to see your beautiful baby standing there. "Thank you, Big Mom. Thank you."

Jake brought the baby close to you and gently placed her on your chest. She was fussy, crying, but the moment she felt your mother's warmth, she calmed down. Jake helped you support the baby, since you didn't have much strength to hold her. He laughed at the way a small smile settled on the baby's mouth, resulting in an even bigger one from you.

"What's it going to be named, yawntu?", Jake asked, depositing a delicate kiss on your forehead. It was so soft that you thought you had imagined it.

Analyzing the little face of your daughter, you mentally thanked Eywa once again for blessing you with another pure little being in your life. You were very happy.

"Tuk. Tuktirey. That is the name of our new star."

"Mom, can I hold her?" Lo'ak was on his side, just looking at his little sister sleeping on the cloth that was pinned to his chest.

He was not one to admit or call others cute. But in this case it was inevitable. His new baby sister was so cute and cuddly! Her little hands clasped tightly near her mouth to bite, which looked disgusting since she had no teeth.

"If you hold it, you'll knock her over, skxawng", not even looking at her brother, Kiri said with her usual debauched tone. She couldn't take her eyes off her little sister either, her chubby body being too cute to look away.

Neteyam, like his brothers, was inside the small circle they formed around you, who were preparing dinner that day. As an older brother, he was thrilled to gain another sister. He would not speak aloud, but he was afraid that it was another boy, Lo'ak was already enough to handle. Anyway, he was also itching to hold her, but he didn't have the courage to ask like Lo'ak. But not only that, he was also afraid of knocking over or hurting his precious Tuk, so just looking at her was enough. Neteyam already loved her as much as his other brothers did.

"I know you all want to pick up and play with your sister, but she is sleeping now. When she wakes up, you guys can talk to Tuk all you want", you said looking fondly at each of your little ones, noticing the almost nil disappointment in their eyes. You let out a giggle at that.

Jake silently snuck up behind you, slipping his big arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, depositing a lingering kiss on your neck in the process. "Yes. And anyway, only I can hold the TukTuk."

You rolled your eyes at the comment. The children frowned at their father and then said 'That's unfair!'. Jake loved to tease them.

"Sure, sure, Jake Sully", you turned your head to look into his face and deposited a gentle kiss on his lips. "Now go play! You're getting in the way of my food preparation. You too Ma'Jake."

Lo'ak didn't want to leave Tuk's side, she was stronger than he was. But Neteyam dragged him to the other corner of the hut, Kiri saying goodbye to her little sister and following right behind.

Jake and his stubborn spirit, on the other hand, remained motionless in the same place. You sighed and just continued to season the meat to put on the fire to roast later. "And the big baby, will you unglue?"

"I know you don't want me far away", he came closer to you, if it was possible, and began depositing kisses and kisses all over your neck and shoulder. That got you a few gasps and a tickle.

"Pff, how proud you are, huh."

A comfortable silence settled between you, only listening to the screams of the children, probably fighting among themselves over some toy. Neteyam seemed a little lost in the middle not knowing whether to indulge his desire to also fight, or to separate his siblings.

You were more than happy to have this family. You couldn't want anything else in your life. Eywa blessed you with everything beautiful.

Your younger self would never imagine or even think about the possibility of having a family. Your own family. And you're not sure what your former self would think. But your younger self is definitely very happy now. You can only thank Great Mother, and Jake, for coming into your life.

With each moment your heart was filled with more and more affection. So much love that it overflowed and you didn't know what to spend it on; Jake and you have surely raised the most beautiful and sweetest children in all of Pandora.

"We could have one more."

And then silence. Your movements simply stopped and you turned your face to look at him in shock.

"Jake, are you kidding? We just had another baby!"

"What? We can always do more, right?", Jake sank his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he listened to your incredulous laugh. "I can always fill you up with more."

"You are unbelievable sometimes, Jake Sully." You didn't know how to react to your husband's comment. He says that, but when your kids get ready, the first thing he says is 'No more kids!'

You removed Jake's arms from around you, turned around and put your hands on his face, then murmured, "Maybe on our next date night."

There wasn't even time for the man to react before you added to your previous sentence, "Now help me with dinner. I need to finish for you before Tuk wakes up."

Jake pulled himself together and let out a loud laugh before giving you a hug, taking care of the baby on his chest. You were startled, but couldn't stop the smile that was forming on your lips as you heard him whisper, "Thank you, for everything, my love."

"I who thank you, tìyawn."

I believe this is the last part of this story, which at the beginning I didn't even think there would be more 😭 thanks a lot for everything!!! If you want to send suggestions of what I can write or extra scenarios for this story anyway, feel free!

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[elliespuns]

Seeing the whole Joel thing with a Daddy kink reminds me of something else, Ellie being so horny? Like yes I read them because it’s a fanfic😔 but realistically speaking after a victim is hit with SA they can either be easily repulsed by sex or be hyper sexual. I’m sure Ellie didn’t suffer a lot after David & I love how your Drabble captures it after.

Another thing I hate when people say Ellie has so much experience in sex? Like being honest she’s probably only had sex about 2 times because it’s clear she’s had sex before when she got with Dina. Not to sound like a perv but Ellie did have Cat before & suspecting since they were both 17 & dumb teens it’s likely they did it before.

Another thing I really doubt Ellie would be dominant in bed being honest she probably looks like a standing stick bug trying to top you, as much as I love her. (I wanna give her a big fat smooch) yes I am talking about older Ellie & in none of these paragraphs am I talking about 14 year old Ellie-🕸️

ELLIE'S TRAUMA: The thing David did to Ellie was horrible. I still have chills just thinking about it. It definitely took a toll on her. We can see it when the game skips to the spring section (which is already a few months after David) and the deer on the wall awakens some bad memories of the incident in her and she suddenly becomes really sad and distant.

But as you say, I don't think she suffered that much from it (hopefully thanks to the fact he didn't have a chance to actually do any real harm to her). We can also see that it doesn't affect her as a person that she is in Part 2 at all. All she is is because of what happened at the hospital, not because of what happened with David. Of course, she carries it with her everywhere she goes, but after she managed to kill that motherfucker, I believe that her strong personality and bravery helped her to accept it and move on.

There are a lot of fics that capture her trauma after what happened with David, but I think the writers just portray their own trauma through Ellie for they feel close to her because she went through something similar (or the same). Which is okay. It's just not canon for Ellie as we know her. I think she felt bad for a long time after it happened, but I also believe that she was more upset about having to chop the man's face into pieces than about him hovering above her, trying to do things. I guess the fact that he didn't have time to finish what he started caused Ellie to be more 'accepting' of it.

ELLIE'S SEX LIFE Ellie is definitely not as sexually active as many people make her in their fics (again, it's just their way of portraying her as they want her to be). Which, again, is completely okay.

Although there are a few fics that make Ellie be like this and that just doesn't rub me the right way. Whenever I read something like this, I have a feeling I'm reading about someone else. I don't read much of the Ellie x reader thing (mostly because in most of them she is portrayed as a dominant and hypersexual nymph and it's not my thing), but I've read a few.

I have to admit though, that until recently, I always thought that Ellie had her first time with Dina. But when I play the scene in my mind over and over, I can see she's the one pushing Dina down, laying on top of her, feeling confident about 'taking over'. Which wouldn't probably happen if she was completely inexperienced. She knew how to do that already, and she had no other intention than to make it happen.

I also think that she had sex with Cat (and if not sex-sex, they definitely did things together). They must have tried. C'mon, I don't know how old Cat was, but Ellie was 17. That girl was probably having sexual thoughts at 15 already, let alone at 17. I mean... let's not forget she was still a hormonal teenager like everyone else at this age.

And as far as it goes for Ellie being dominant, yeah, I can't see that. She's probably this cute, little lame cookie trying her best to make her girlfriend feel good, always asking things like, "Is that okay?" during her first time or "Does that feel good?" during regular sex. Like, I'm sorry, I just can't see her pushing someone against the wall with words like, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk." Like, no, this is not the Ellie we know.

[ravetillyoucry]

PUPARIA

Chapter 11 - No Moon At All

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"... So, you haven't missed all that much really." Hosah slouched back into the booth seat, greatly undermining the gravity of all he'd just explained to the recently absent detective.

The ashy, almost silver, haired man opposite him seemed to be at a loss for words. Looking at him and Jeanne sat beside each other was definitely an interesting sight. In terms of just about everything, the two were polar opposites, maybe that was why their relationship seemed so distant, so cold, so strained. Hosah had told Teddy all about his concerns about the pair, but the lunch time they'd spend together, the first time as a whole group, would surely show his assistant exactly what he meant.

One thing the shifter always liked about Thierri is how they seemed to be on the same wavelength. There was no feeling of making things weird or awkward in a conversation with the guy, he seemed to always understand just exactly where Hosah was coming from, which was nice when he didn't really want any logical solutions to his problems, just someone to validate him and indulge in whatever delusional perspective he had.

"Oh yeah, same old same old, right?" Thierri tilted his head in a shrug of mutual understanding, taking a sip of his disgustingly sweetened coffee all the while.

These kinds of conversations were the ones Hosah’s father had taught him were just in man’s nature, playing down their struggles in phrases like ‘Living the dream’ or ‘Nothing new’ , not making a spectacle out of their struggle. It was a lesson the shifter carried with him through every day life, one that men such as himself wouldn’t be too talkative of their struggles as to not worry anyone, his respective job as a man to be the one to help others, and not to be helped.

It was at this point when the shifter realised he'd been the only one speaking this entire time, his coworkers all having an air of uncomfortable tension about them, an unresolved issue that Hosah had no idea about. Eugh. So awkward. The only thing filling the void of conversation was the painful sound of cutlery against the ceramic plates. God, that noise, it drove the shifter absolutely insane.

Rather than focusing on the people in-front of him, Hosah would rather just eat whatever food he'd spent an unreasonable amount of money on, and that was really saying something. It was too pretty to eat. A cute little slice of the same cake Teddy had bought for him a week or two prior, hand iced with little slices of strawberries between the layers, cemented by whipped cream. He fidgeted with his fork in his hand, trying to calculate what bites would be the best in order to get the most satisfaction out of the cake.

This was something Hosah had done ever since he could remember, it'd start with the second best bite, then he'd work his way around the meal picking out the more unsatisfying parts until he'd gotten to the very best bite at the end. Very much impractical, but the thought of not doing this just made him want to not eat at all. Not necessarily a good habit, but it could be worse.

A hand giving a reassuring rub on his knee caught him off guard. It was Teddy, with a slightly concerned smile plastered across his face, eyebrows angled down, as if to say 'All good?'. It was already hellish before Hosah had said anything about his doctors concerns, how everyone treat him as some fragile, incapable victim, constantly on the brink of breaking, but everything was about to get at least a hundred times worse from here on out.

Another thing getting progressively worse was the tension around the lunch table. The shifter desperately wanted to break the silence, feeling like a child in the middle of a messy divorce, but there was nothing that came to mind in terms of conversation topics. Lately, Hosah found himself praying for divine intervention a lot more than he usually would.

"Oh, also, autopsies came back whilst you three were sent over to the bakery." Jeanne, like the angel he was, swooped in to save the group from certain death due to awkward silence.

If the shifter had put the fork to his mouth in all the time his food had been sitting there, he would've surely spat it out in surprise. "Really? What happened? What did they all say?"

Hosah could assume the last victim had bled out from his assistant's observation, but the rest seemed to be in perfect health on the outside, aside from the fact they were dead, of course.

"Well, they all seemed to have overdosed, aside from fifteen. Looks like whoever done it has access to the medication they give the shifters who grow in order to keep them regular sized." The dark haired, one-eyed detective took a sip of his drink, leaving Hosah at the edge of his seat, wide eyed, waiting for more detail. "Obviously, 'ts gonna work differently when you're on the opposite side of the shifter spectrum. Did it to keep them small I guess."

Ugh. The more detail the shifter received, the more he wished he'd just stayed in Colorado on shit money working in retail by day, babysitting by night.

Hosah had almost forgotten there were other people around the table aside from himself and Jeanne as his assistant interjected,

"How can people do that. I don't understand. I.. What would motivate anyone to treat others so badly." Teddy didn't look at the shifter beside him, or at anyone around them in-fact, instead, staring off into the distance with glossy eyes and a pursed lip.

The shifter was always aware that his assistant was quite perceptive and insightful, but he’d not expected such a high level of empathy toward his own situation. Only made sense, given his reaction to having the parents identify their child’s shrunken, rotting corpse in front of him. Now seemed like the time for Hosah to take his turn giving the man a pat on the leg, to let him know all would be okay, even if he didn’t fully believe that himself.

"Man, you should get on the internet and just see these kinds of message forums. Just unbridled, unprecedented hatred. I don't know what the fuck we did to them, it's these fucking.. Conspiracy theorists. They have their own shitty lives, and instead of realising maybe they're the reason for it, they want to look to anywhere else but themselves to put the blame. We're just easy targets, easy to say that we use everyone around us, that we're just the same as any other city rat running around the streets spreading all kinds of diseases."

Oops, Hosah didn't mean to rant on like that. In embarrassment, he quickly shovelled his first bite of the strawberry shortcake into his mouth, hoping someone else would pick up the conversation, or the topic would be changed.

"Mmm. After all, with great power comes great responsibility. Most don't know how to handle having such an imbalance over people in this world. People take advantage of others even when they don't have to power to kill them with one harsh movement, you guys have never stood a chance really." That last part may have been a little offensive, but Jeanne was right.

Mouth filled, all the shifter could do was give a passionate 'Mmm' with a point over to his superior in support of his statement. How great, he knew inviting Jeanne wasn't such a bad idea, look at these high intellect, insightful conversations being had. Anyone who overheard must be thinking , 'Woah, what a set of intelligent and handsome young men' .

"That reminds me, actually, sorry for the other day, Jeanne, I was careless and couldn't handle my emotions. Sorry." Teddy perked up, this was something the shifter had no idea about, what the fuck did Teddy of all people have to apologise to Jeanne about?

Was this why his friend had been avoiding the two all this time? What happened whilst Hosah wasn't there? When was Hosah not there?

"Damn, bitch, what'd you do?" , was the most casual way Hosah could put all of his questions.

Instead of giving a straightforward answer, the ghostly looking detective sitting opposite him waved Hosah off, "Long story, no big deal, it's all resolved now, just a.. misunderstanding. Don't worry about it."

Hm. No, no yeah, the shifter was definitely going to worry about it.

Everyone, now seemingly at ease, continued to chat about nothing as Hosah continued to question in his mind just what could've happened between the two. Chowing down on the cake, he wondered how exactly they got into a situation where they'd be fighting. In fact, Hosah became so deep in thought that he'd actually cleared the plate in front of him. Perfect! One less problem to worry about, surely now that he'd eaten one slice of cake, that means all future food related issues have been defeated, and he'll never have to worry about that specialist appointment or his doctor's theories ever again!

Feeling all proud of himself, Hosah and his assistant trailed behind the two detectives in front of them, walking in pairs back to the office.

Teddy took the shifter by the shoulder, pulling him in closer, his hand cupping the blonde head and pressing it into around his collar bone area due to the height difference. "We should go back to that cafe more often, since the food is good there,"

"Psh, come on," Hosah scoffed, his neck now craned up to rest his stubbled chin on his assistant's shoulder, "I told you, there's nothing wrong with me, just been too stressed to have any kind of appetite lately." If that were the case, the shifter would've been stressed every moment of his life.

It was better if he gave everyone one less thing to worry about anyway, there was enough on Teddy's plate, despite his claims of wanting to help, the shifter knew it was just too much to ask from him. This would be something Hosah would handle himself, given that everything else in his life was a shared task. It was his right as a man after all, to take care of his own shit and to not expect the people around him to help him with it.

"Right." Teddy didn't let go of the detectives head, instead playing with his hair, his fingertips moving in satisfying circles.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, the sensation was very nice. They probably looked like a couple to everyone else around them, but for once in his life, Hosah didn't really care. He couldn’t even really be bothered if his stalker took notice, maybe it’d teach them to back off, now that he had a guard dog that’d stick by his side during every second of the day.

That reminded him, his hair was one of the things on his mental list of 'jobs to cover once you're normal sized', "On the way back home, can we stop at the convenience store? Need to fix my hair, it's all grown out and shit."

"Yeah, yeah sure. I can help you with the back if you need it." Teddy reassured the shifter, despite wanting to say ‘Yeah, I can see that’.

Hosah was gonna need all the help he could get after the last time he tried to do this job alone, exhibit A of the disaster being his current state. Yellowed, with a texture similar to that of straw or hay, as his hair desperately wanted to curl, but would he brushed out and left a frizzy mess.

-~-

"I don't know, what do hairdressers do, bleach first or haircut first?" The shifter had never actually had his hair cut or bleached by a professional, which is probably why it looked so choppy and bad.

Teddy didn't look up from the instructions ok the box, "Never been to a barbers before?" he smiled, not in a demeaning way, but it still annoyed Hosah just a little.

"Nope. My grandpa owned his own barber shop so he taught my dad how to cut hair. He usually did it for me."

Instead of using his words, the assistant gave a little 'Mmm' of understanding, too indulged in using the box guide rather than trusting the process as Hosah usually did.

"Okay," he said, grabbing a towel from the back of the bathroom door in which they sat in, "Colour first, then cut."

Despite insisting to do it himself as he had done so countless times in the past, Teddy had already decided he was going to play hairdresser today, with the shifter sitting shirtless on a stool in the already cramped bathroom as his hair was being covered in the shitty store bought shit he'd become accustomed to.

"You do this yourself usually, right?"

"Yup."

".. Can tell." Teddy winced as he got around to the back of the shifter's head.

Turning back to look at the man behind him, Hosah asked, "What, is it bad? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Keep your head forward." the assistant used his un-gloved hand to give Hosah's cheek a gentle touch back into the previous position it was in before, "No, it's not bad, it's just.. Roots are pretty long. And the length. 'Ts like mullet."

"Shut up, no it's not, it was just buzzed before, that's all"

Hosah didn't take kindly to being laughed at, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his face in his hands like a bored schoolboy.

It was particularly hard not to squirm with the sensation of the brush against the back of his neck, Teddy's fingers gently pressing against the almond skin, keeping the shifter in place as he brushed from the ends to the roots of his choppy hair.

Shivering under the touch, Hosah felt the need to clarify, "Sorry, the bristles tickle."

"Not much left to do now," his assistant said under his breath, "Your hair is just.. very thick. It's nice."

The shifter got stuck between saying thank you or saying something self deprecating, ultimately deciding silence was the best way to take the compliment. Letting people say nice things about him put Hosah at unease, as if acknowledging it would make him come off as big-headed or vain, so instead he usually just denied it instead.

It was proving to be very difficult not to shift whilst in his seat, with the skin to skin contact around his shoulder and the gentle brushing of the bleach against his scalp. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Hosah's default size was three inches tall, he's the most comfortable when shrunken, being a 'regular' height to him felt like one massive perpetual growing pain that filled his entire body.

Despite the pain of getting around, the least physically painful time of his life was probably when he'd gotten height stuck for three months. Over time, the shifter learnt to just tune out his chronic pains, but getting into a comfortable position in life where he had someone to look after him, the thought of just staying tiny forever became overwhelmingly tempting.

" 'Kay, looks completely covered to me." Teddy said in a sigh, removing his singular glove, "Now we wait."

The urge to run his hands through his bleach covered hair was difficult to overcome, "I'm gonna go put a record on,"

It was honestly a miracle that Teddy also owned a record player, as the world had made its shift from tapes and vinyls to CDs and ipods, but that was one thing Hosah took immense pride in. His vinyl collection spanned all the way back to the fifties, as a good portion of the records he'd amassed were 'borrowed' from his father. Scanning through the box he'd had his assistant bring over, ultimately the shifter decided on a little Townes Van Zandt, playing Hosah's all time favourite song 'I'll Be Here In The Morning'.

This song always reminded Hosah of his ultimate dream, living in that cabin on the islet in the lake, although there were some sour memories and feelings attached to it, he felt as though he'd spent too many years fantasising about it to give up now.

"I never really pegged you as a country type of guy." The voice came from the figure leant up against the bathroom door frame, almost being as tall as the door itself.

"Well," Hosah sighed, "I'm not really that picky. Jazz is my favourite though. Just sucks that all the best artists are dead now."

Teddy laughed as he approached, their height difference being more prominent that ever as he stood directly in front of the shifter now, "There are still some talented musicians. Can go to one of those Jazz Clubs and bars over the weekend, it'll be fun."

The taller figure leant down, close to Hosah's face, which was hidden by the fact he'd chosen to stare at the rug underneath him rather than the person he was talking to. If that was Teddy's idea of weekend fun, then the shifter had been doing it wrong his whole life.

"Sounds nice, yeah," Hosah turned his head even further to the side as he spoke, desperately trying to hide how red he'd gotten from the close proximity.

It wasn't supposed to be happening this way around, it had been years since the shifter had been teased by a man, he'd grown used to being the one having to initiate all these sorts of feelings. It was a pleasant change of pace, one he welcomed like an old friend at his doorstep.

"Cool." Teddy echoed the shifters own words back to him.

Hosah would’ve taken this as his sign for a smoke break if he didn’t have a thick layer of convenience store hair bleach on his head. The pain of his own flustered-ness was almost unbearable, but his morbid curiosity kept him around the sofa on which his assistant had now sat on, waiting for what move he would make next, if any at all.

Still, with his eyes focused on the wooden floor under his feet, the shifter could feel eyes lingering on him.

“Hey, do we not need to put like, I don’t know, foil in your hair, or a plastic bag?” Teddy asked, his head tilted to rest on one of the many pillows accumulated on the couch.

“No clue. What are you, some kind of professional?” Hosah joked, hoping his downturned eyebrows and his squinted eyes would distract from the shade of red his face had turned.

His roommate just shrugged, “Might as well be, my mom spent more time in hair salons then she ever did at any of my games and shit.”

“Ahh, so you played a lot of sports as a kid then?” Now they were getting somewhere. A nice common ground for the two to stand on.

“I mean,” Teddy stood to his full height, “Look at me. I was six foot by my fourteenth birthday. They begged me to join the basketball team.”

Sounded about right.

“Kind of always expected you to be more, you know,” Hosah took a moment to consider whether the other person would take offence, ultimately deciding he didn’t really care as he did his best ‘classic highschool movie nerd’ voice, “In the book club.”

“God, I should’ve been,” Luckily, Teddy took it like a champ, laughing it off, showing his radiant smile, “What about you? Not really the football type, right?”

“Baseball. I was fuckin’ great at it too. Short and skinny, aerodynamic you know? Then I started shifting more, and I got busy with all the doctors visits and health consultations, had to quit in the end.”

A bittersweet memory, but still one Hosah looked back on fondly. It was one of the only times he really felt like part of a friend group as a kid.

“Yeah, I can picture that, you in the cap and the cleats?” Teddy went back to his previous teasing ways, an unexpected turn for the person the shifter assumed to be quite the prude about these kinds of things.

All discombobulated, Hosah struggled to get his words out in one piece, “I think it’s time to rinse.”

Without turning back, the shifter speedily shuffled back to the bathroom, with Teddy following close behind him.

“Just sit down on the floor and hang your head over the side of the tub,” Teddy instructed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom door, shutting it behind him all the while.

Hosah obediently followed the instructions given to him, his neck uncomfortably craned up so it rested on the bathtub’s walls, his hair still stuck in its same position due to the solution in it.

The warm water hitting his scalp certainly was a pleasant feeling, the hard pressure of the shower head being weirdly soft against the tender skin the water pounded down upon. If it wasn’t hard to shrink before, it was definitely a challenge to stay his current size now. Hosah hadn’t even realised how he’d had his eyes closed for a while now, enjoying the pampering of which the likes he’d never experienced.

“It’s nice, right?” Teddy laughed, although the shifter had no plans on saying anything in return, being too indulged in the process to even notice the fact his assistant had said anything at all.

And that wasn’t even the best part, Hosah knew true bliss as the shower head was turned off, Teddy moving over to the shampooing process. Gentle fingertips massaging the purple solution into his scalp, the sensation being so satisfying that it brought a wide, involuntary smile to the shifter’s face.

It was moments like these which made Hosah wish for just a few seconds, he could leave his body and look in from an outsiders perspective. Seeing this moment from the angle of a painted idea would probably be pretty beautiful, although his position, leaning up with his head hanging over the tub, probably wasn’t all that nice looking from a third person view point.

Teddy lifted the jug of perfectly warm water, carefully rinsing the shifter’s hair of the soapy mixture he’d just rubbed in, brushing his fingers through the freshly bleached locks to make sure he got all of it out.

As the shifter opened his eyes, long after the sensation had ended, he was met with that same smug look Teddy sometimes carried, when he’d gotten his way with things.

“Enjoy yourself?” He asked, taking it upon himself to start drying Hosah’s hair, delicately scrunching the ends rather than the usual scrub the shifter would give to his own scalp after washing it.

Hosah scoffed, too flustered to think of anything witty to get his assistant back with.

The pair sat on the cold, tiled floor together, Teddy tenderly rubbing the towel in a circular motion against Hosah’s head, the setting sun gleaming in through the small, stained glass window above the toilet which they were hanging out beside. Even with the mess from the bleaching job that just took place, Hosah could picture how beautifully picturesque this scene probably looked. Trying to imagine himself from a different perspective than his own was difficult, but it was one he was willing to try out in hopes of painting this moment, as payment for his assistant’s care.

This reminded him, he had to ask what specifically Teddy wanted him to paint for him.

“You know that painting I promised you?” Hosah began his inquiry, his big brown doe eyes looking up innocently at the figure which sat above him.

“How could I forget?”

His hands balling up into tense fists, the shifter continued, “What specifically did you have in mind for that? Just so I can get started,”

Teddy’s eyes adverted from the task at hand to look at the shifter below him, “Anything you think would be best. I wouldn’t even mind if you threw something you did years ago at me, to be honest,”

Great, perfect, that means Hosah had free rein on what he was creating, just how he liked it. But now was the hard part, making something as equally as beautiful as the person he was making it for. The task seemed daunting, almost impossible, but the shifter wouldn’t want to let Teddy down, especially not after all he’d done for him so far, with more aid surely to come in the future.

“There,” Teddy moved a few inches back, now sitting on his butt the same as the shifter did rather than on his knees, “All better now.”

Hurriedly, Hosah got up to look at his new and improved hair in the mirror, and sure enough, it looked even better than it did the last time he’d done it himself. He felt finally whole again, finally himself as his hair had been returned to the sleek, almost white colour it once was. There was still a little dark root peaking through, but this time it looked very intentional, and it made his head hair match his facial hair and eyebrows, which was always nice.

“You like?” Teddy asked, moving in behind the shifter, resting his chin on the damp hair.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Best it’s ever been.” Despite wanting to be angry over how his assistant positioned himself, Hosah couldn’t bring himself to feel any negative emotions at all.

Looking Teddy in the eye through their reflection, the shifter added, “Thank you, it looks great.”

“Aww,” the pale arms wrapped around Hosah’s dainty shoulders swaying him left and right playfully, “Anytime.”

If this is what life would be like with Teddy, the shifter wasn’t sure he’d even want to return to his own apartment once all the crazed stalker shit had worn down.

[super-hero-confessions]

Homelander is great example of how desensitized and normalized actual grooming, trauma, and victim blaming are in society from multiple facets.

Every scene of him with Madelyn is intentionally made creepy and gross in the show, but people ignore this and what is being portrayed in favor of sexualization, even with eerie music or sound designed to make the interactions off-putting and sinister.

With victim blaming, there are as many people willing to blame Homelander for his situation and upbringing as there are people willing to blame Becca for being made a victim because of Homelander. All while ignoring the true root of the problem, society. Or in this case, Vought. And ignoring that sometimes the abused can and do become abusers.

It's a little disheartening because even some with genuine sympathy for Homelander seem to relish in the idea of him suffering further, being de-powered and tortured, or put into the same abusive dynamic if not similar to the one he had with Madelyn Stillwell. But then try and call it healthy, healing, and redemption.

Speaking from experience. Repetition of the trauma that you've been through doesn't help you get out of the place the trauma created. It just reinforces the walls and gives you new trauma.

Tough love isn't real. It's just the excuse people make when they want to be cruel without taking accountability for their actions. You can teach someone to be strong without being an asshole or abusing them.

I actually want one of two endings for the show. Either it's something a bit akin to the comics in which Homelander (in place of comics Noir) likely kills Soldier Boy (in place of comics Homelander), and then is killed by Billy, who's then killed by Hughie (spoilers I guess for those who haven't read them). Likely with the Boys forced to pick up the pieces and continue trying to dismantle Vought.

Or I want to see Homelander lose his shit and completely destroy Vought with no chance of the company recovering, probably because of something Billy does or says. Then disappearing for a while. Maybe being found as a completely different person in the future. Not necessarily redemption, but freedom from his tormentors, including the internalized ones.

But I feel the ending might work best if either both Homelander and Billy Butcher die, in which there is reflection on the hands they'd been dealt in the aftermath of their deaths. Or that they both survive and manage to stop that proverbial hand from dragging further victims into the fold.

When it comes to fandom and fics, I always find it a little odd but as an idea I have yet to see used? I think Vought could be brought down with the evidence of Homelander's upbringing being released to the public. One vial of compound V was enough to stir up a little trouble but nothing they couldn't sweep under the rug.

But with so many skeletons in that proverbial closet, if anyone could convince Homelander that Vought was the true enemy and his abuser. The archives he has access to would bring down Vought faster than the Nazi shit brought Stormfront down. And I do not understand how I haven't seen fandom use this concept. Maybe I haven't searched far enough, fair enough.

But I do find it a little ironic that while knowing and complaining about Vought being the true villain, people still individualize the problem and prefer to go after Homelander in fics. Even the people who claim to love and adore him.

Anyway, just a couple thoughts I wanted to chime in on. I could definitely hope for the survival ending, but I expect the death all around ending and hope at least for the post mortem reflections and maybe revelations of Homelander's past. I do wish fandom could be a little better on some things though.

This might seem crazy. But there is a lot of grandiose self importance and holier than thou attitude that goes around in The Boys fandom. I get that show plays with morality a lot and has people polarized as much as nuanced but Jesus fucking Christ.

And no, Justice is not Vengeance.

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: I got in the mood to write Part 3 pretty much straight away, needing to sort this entitled son of a bitch out and see what's up. Hope you're all enjoying it so far, I know I am! I'm enjoying writing Joe in a whole different way, it's refreshing to say the least 🥵 Thanks for reading, please reblog if you enjoy it or leave a comment if you wish to kept up to date with future parts! 🥰

Summary: You’d set your sights on him and he on you. It all started with a visit to a newly talked about bar which kept you coming more regularly, in the end not just for a drink but yet the inevitability of a creeping flame set alight by a stare which kept dragging you back. After all, lust shouts and love whispers and in the end, only the heart knows the difference.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: All the angst. All the smut. All the fluff. Word Count: 3.6k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

It didn't matter that a week had past since that god awful day you had felt played by someone you didn't even know. But god knows after an encounter like that and thinking about him for days solid it's still bound to hurt your feelings. You'd told one of your friends about the whole ordeal, the one you originally went to the bar during the fateful evening of regular traditions, she was first of all gobsmacked that you'd even slept with someone so quickly, but then brought on to full on fuming levels when you'd told him about the woman looking shady as she pretty much fell through the door and you're also sure to Joe's feet as you did.

She'd come up with a solution, not one you particularly wanted to hear, when she'd heard you'd blocked his number and went through the whole rigmarole of never wanting to cross paths with him again, she did what most friends would say. Confront him.

That wasn't an option to you in the slightest, though she'd mentioned a night out to let your hair down and you quite enjoyed the sound of it. She'd convinced you quickly that this was the best option to forget about him for at least one night, also mentioning that you're not to give him all doubt because it could've in fact not been his next booty call, it could well have been an employee, a friend, family. Worst case scenario, his girlfriend... You knew next to nothing about Joe, it could've been that he wasn't single, which would make you the victim of helping a cheat; you didn't want to believe it but it was definitely something that remained in the back of your mind.

The weekend came all to fast and here it was, time to get ready.

"But what if I get too drunk and want to face him, then what do I do? Oh yeah great fuck but you forgot one little detail, the blonde bitch which arrived shortly after!" You sat by your vanity mirror, sipping on the wine bottle, not in the mood to even grab a glass.

"Then he has to tell you the truth and then you'll know. What if you jumped to conclusions?" Your friend tilted her head to the side, offering you a sympathetic smile. She was in mad attempt to try and get you to that bar whether you liked it or not.

"Then I'm going to look like the dick. But I hardly know him, there's just something about him that makes me want him." You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to cancel your plans.

"Maybe it was the sex." She shot a wink at you and you threw the nearest thing you could find at her, the first time you'd laughed properly in a hot minute.

"There's more to him than that, he just needs to stop putting on this bad boy act, there's a soft part I saw briefly of him, I know he keeps his guard up that way..."

"Either that or he's just the dick like you're insinuating." You downed a few gulps more of wine, feeling the alcohol rushing to your head and adding a slight flush appearing on your features already matching blush blended into your cheekbones.

You seriously couldn't make your mind up even more now, had you made a mistake yourself in assuming the worst or was he really just another attractive fuck boy who knew his way around women, you guessed there was only one way to find out. All guns blazing or not, you'd get the truth out of him tonight, ending with an apology from either Joe or you.

It was Saturday night, London was booming, the weekend had well and truly begun for the working week citizens, people dressed up to the nines, friends laughing around you, drunk stumblers who were being kicked out of various bars from either starting fights or having way too much. You loved to people watch, it was one of your favourite past times. You sat outside one of the local bars to you sharing cocktails with your friend, breathing in every ounce of oxygen that you could before the moment was to inevitably arrive.

The bar was only a street or two away from here, Joe was getting to close for comfort for you once more and he didn't even know it. You'd had dream after dream about him, whether it be sexual or not, he'd still be the first thought on your mind when you woke up and then the last thought when you went to bed; you'd still got him blocked in your contacts and you'd stare endlessly for a while at your phone, contemplating whether to unblock him or not. But after a couple of days later, you'd already enlightened your friend on the situation and this is where you've ended up.

You necked a couple of shots, sharing a few hearty conversations with strangers who were sat by a nearby bench, two guys who decided to join you for one last drink before you moved on. You hit it off with one of them straight away, he even bought you and your friend a round of drinks, insisting that it was on him for such natural beauty. Flattering of course, which it tends to work with you quite easily, if it weren't for Joe being inhabited in your brain then you'd of swiftly swooned for him without a hitch.

He flirted with you almost as well as Joe did. This is what you were hating so much, how can one person have such a hold on you over the course of just a few days of meeting him? All of which have been brief encounters, you could even class going to the bar and getting fucked over as one. Your friend shot you a look, a raised eyebrow on her devious face as she beckoned you to the toilets, letting the guys know you'd be back in a minute. She pulled you through the busy bar, taking you through the ladies door and halting you against the wall.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" You asked, blinking rather hard so you didn't see two of her anymore.

"We take them to Joe's bar, we find Joe, you stay oblivious, then flirt with this guy in front of him, maybe even a cheeky kiss or two, grind Joe's gears, get his blood boiling and then let's find out his real reaction under his bad boy get up and maybe that'll get you a step further to the truth." She stuck out her hand for a high five and you shot her down by tapping at her wrist.

"I can't just use this random guy like that..."

"To hell you can and you will. It's genius! Think about it. He doesn't have to know a thing." She threw her hand up again, grabbing a hold of your own wrist and pulling it up to high five her back, an almighty slap in it's wake.

"Are you with me girl?" She grinned at you maliciously with true intent that this was set in stone and was going to happen immediately.

"I'm with you. One more shot?"

"You got it." You linked arms, leaving the bathroom and headed over to the bar to get another round of shots for you and the guys who still sat outside in the cool summer air, heartily laughing at something the other just said.

"Tequila?" Your friend shouted as she announced herself out of the door, they swerved their heads to look at her in enthusiastic cheers.

You clinked your glasses together and necked the shot down, getting up to leave and head to what felt the forbidden space of Joe's bar. The last time you'd been in there you were fully naked, bent over between the space in which you usually sat, Joe behind you making you feel on cloud nine, it was going to be a blessing or a curse to be back in that building; you were hoping for the second choice.

The music from the juke box blasted through as soon as you walked through the doors, the whole place packed. Word of mouth really worked its magic when this was a fairly new business compared to the regular bars people usually attended. The lights were dim and every one was in high spirits. The guy grabbed at your hand pulling you through the groups of people dancing and shouting over to one another, you pulled your friends hand in turn and she held onto the other guy. You managed to get through to the bar, throwing your arms up on it, scouting for Joe from side to side, no sign.

The guy whose name you'd not even learnt at this point glided around you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

"So what're we drinking?" He practically yelled over the top of the sound system, vibrating and probably wrecking your ear drum.

"Surprise me!" You giggled.

You continued to bob your head to the music whilst he ordered, shaking your body from side to side all to rhythmically. Your friend elbowed you in the side. Once. Then again. Then again. Catching your attention, you shot a look at her, giving her a smirk followed by a dead eye. She moved her head to the side as a signal and you glanced over quickly, not making too much hasty eye contact just in case. Joe stood talking to one of his staff members, directing them to the other end of the bar to serve the group of people who had been waiting a while. In an instant, you felt as if the ground could have swallowed you whole, you didn't know whether to run or to keep going, your friend held onto your pinkie finger, giving you a surge of encouragement to continue as she could see you were clearly ready to have a nervous break down at any given moment.

Just as you looked away, Joe caught sight of you. His eyes wide and making a bee line straight for your face. He watched as the guy talked on with you, you clinked glasses and downed your drinks together, laughing and smiling at him just like the way you did when you were with him. Your friend bit her cheek, watching Joe like a hawk through her field of vision.

"Let's go dance!" You announced, pulling the guy out into the dance floor, intertwining your hands together you moved to the music, swaying your hips and being spun around until you were dizzy. He pulled you closer, his hands moving down the small of your back and to the brief curve of where your ass started. You pushed away and began jumping around like a crazed lunatic. Your friend made a subtle point over at Joe who was still finding the time to watch you intensely, you managed to avoid looking right over his way but enjoyed the show you were putting on for him. Ready and waiting to see if he was to make a move toward you or not.

"Can I tell you something?" The guy uttered, moving from your cheek to brushing his lips through your ear.

You nodded intermittently.

"You're beautiful." He moved back to your cheek, planting a peck straight onto it, making you sigh sweetly. Your vision coming back into focus when he moved back to the centre of you.

"Thank you." You put your hand over your eyes in an attempt to pretend you were shy, but he grabbed a hold of them, putting them around his neck and bringing you closer, his face inches away from yours.

"Would you prefer another drink or maybe a cheeky kiss?" You lifted yourself up to push your mouth onto his, kissing him rapidly, no messing around, tongue straight into his mouth as you made out in the middle of the dance floor. Your friends cheered on to the both of you as they continued to dance. As short lived as it was, your plan worked. Joe moved up in a flash to come up behind you, biting down onto his lip, he looked as though he was seething. Patting onto your shoulder, you broke the kiss, turning around to come face to face with you could only describe as your demons.

"Can I steal her for a minute?" Joe looked up to the guy who was feeling pretty forlorn that your moment together had been interrupted.

The guy put his hands up, wandering whether it was someone you knew, nodding over at Joe, you looked over to your friend who gave you a half hearted sign in her eyes of good fucking luck.

You followed Joe into the back room of the bar, out of one door and in through another as he pulled you into what you could only assume was his office, he locked the door behind him.

"So what the fuck is going on?" Joe raised his voice, there was no music to be heard in the room, so why was he shouting?

"I could ask you the same fucking thing." All guns blazing it was. If he wanted to play this game, then you would too.

"So you come into MY bar? Drink MY stock? And then proceed to fucking snog a guy in front of ME. After ignoring me for a week? I'm pretty sure you blocked my number because my calls or texts weren't connecting. What is your deal, are you some sort of psychopath?"

"I did exactly that. Maybe even intended to fool around with him on YOUR dance floor." You folded your arms, leaning against his desk. Joe however was on the opposite side of the room, looking like he was about to go out and challenge this guy to an old fashioned duel.

"What have I done?" Joe snarled.

"You tell me. Fuck me and then move onto the next? Is that who you really are?" Joe scoffed a grunt at you, brushing his hands through his curls.

"What the fuck are you talking about Y/N? I literally saw nobody but my-"

"Yeah, her." You tapped your fingers against the side of the desk now, shooting a full on death stare his way.

"Fucking hell You're on about someone who I wouldn't touch with a ten foot bargepole. She's a friend of mine, she owed me some money that I borrowed her, she was coming to pay me back."

"Pay you back by sucking your cock maybe?" Joe moved forward to you, you pushed back so far that you almost flipped yourself over the desk.

"Give it up. You did this shit to make me jealous?"

"So what if I did?" You looked to the ground now, you were eating your words and you could tell.

"I told you I didn't just want you for sex and I meant it." Joe shot over to you, gripping at your arms and picking you up to sit you on the desk.

"Who the fuck are you to use me like this?"

"I've not used you for anything! I don't even know you Y/N! Nor you me!"

"Let me know you then!" Your sarcastic response ended in Joe crashing his lips sharply onto yours, gripping at your hair and tugging it back, the type of open mouth sloppy kiss you only see in pornographic films. His tongue fought with yours, tasting the alcohol which stained the insides of your mouth, gasping for air you pushed Joe back with brute force making him stumble back.

"You can't just do that and expect it all to be okay Joe."

"You want me, you really fucking want me?" Joe's pupils had dilated angrily, desire fully taking over him.

"I thought I- Yes. I do. So what?" You were being stubborn now, you ultimately had to make the choice of believing what he was saying and let him prove himself worthy, or to just make him let you leave. He was right, you didn't know one another at all, so what had you got to lose?

"Then I'm going to fuck this stupid anger out of you and we're going to continue what we started." You leapt off of the desk, grasping at Joe's shirt and moving him around to sit behind the desk on the chair.

"Watch what happens when you do." You rolled your eyes much to his dismay, the smirk reappeared and you quickly felt a spark of temptation. You fell to your knees as Joe took the hint and unbuckled his belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down, springing his cock free. You immediately licked from his sack straight up to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and taking inch by inch, right down as far as you could go until you choked. Your eyes immediately began to seep out tears, his hand came over your head, urging you to go deeper, moans flying out of him, bouncing off the echoing walls of the square shaped office.

"F-fuck, y-you trying to teach me a l-lesson here?" Joe stuttered, pulling your hair up into an updo so he could manoeuvre you into a steadier pace, you tried your hardest to push down more, but he'd keep bringing you back up, breathless and in full demand you took a hold of his balls, squeezing them tight, massaging them one by one, your tongue circling around where it could reach.

"I don't think so." Joe yanked you up, making you let go of the way you were almost latching down. Getting up from the chair, he lifted up your dress, ripping your underwear from the side, tearing it straight off of you and launching it to the side of the desk.

"You don't get to do that." Joe picked you up, slamming you against the nearest wall, your legs and arms automatically hugged him to keep you steady, his cock plunging straight inside your cunt, no time to get you ready, no time to adjust, he supported you against the wall, bouncing you along, tapping your cervix and making you cry out.

"See this is what happens when you're not a good fucking girl. You get fucking rammed by this cock." Joe bit down on your neck, his tongue moving over the marks he was making along it, teeth gliding in the softest of parts, your head falling back to let him.

"I fucking hate you." You muttered under your breath.

"The feelings mutual darling." Joe thrusted his hips up, hitting a spot inside of you which had you cumming on the spot. Your orgasm so violently angry that your whole body spasmed and you gasped out his name in a cursive prayer.

Joe claimed you as his own, leaking his seed inside of you, pushing it deeper and burying it in a safe place; a place only you could feel. A loud groan erupted from his throat, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he left one brief little kiss on it. As lustful as that was, you couldn't find it in your own heart to follow your words of hate, you liked him. You really did.

Joe put you down to the ground, steadying you before your legs attempted to give way on their own. Joe offered you a box of tissues to rid of any leakage that came out, he sat down onto his chair once more, rubbing his hands over his face, lungs still heavy.

"Come here." He patted onto his lap. You moved over, indistinctly worried about his next move, seeing as the last time didn't end so smoothly. You sat down where his hand signalled, crossing your legs over him to feel the slightest bit more comfortable.

"I asked you once Joe, I'll ask you again. Am I just a fuck to you? Is that all I'll ever be?"

"Who knows what you'll be to me. But I mean it when I say, you are not just a fuck." His hands moved to the air like quotations on the last word, making you nod slowly to his response.

"So what happens now?"

"Well, I suggest you start by unblocking my number. Maybe I could find it in my heart to spoil you over dinner? Talk things through, maybe actually get to know the pretty girl herself." That made you smile, you were a sucker for him, even more so for the soft boy he hid so well.

"Then what?" You whispered, looking at him with sweet eyes.

"Then I take you back to my place, we could watch a movie, then I could think about eating your sweet little pussy all night long." His smirk returned and your eye roll made it's comeback.

"Ever the optimist." You shook your head.

"So do I get to at least take you out?" Joe wrapped his arm around you, his finger stroking the small of your back.

"I can make time for you." You smiled and so did he, not the type of smile he usually does, there was a longing sort of twinkle in this one, one that made you almost light headed.

"That's all I ask." Joe brushed your hair out of your face, leaning up to put his opposite hand to your jaw, pulling you in for a daringly gratifying peck on the lips.

Maybe this could be something yet.

[moshi-roulette]

Silly Little Voices

I was inspired by “Modded Perspectives” on A03 and thought it would be fun to jot down some fanmade voice ideas I had (As well as the potential routes)

I’m open to any changes/ideas of how I could improve these since I kind of wrote these down in the spur of a moment

Voice of the Whimsical: Doesn’t take anything seriously, just wants to have a fun and magical adventure, probably tries to get the Protagonist sidetracked with random distractions (like strange lights in the distance looking like fairies)

How to Get It: Similar to getting The Stranger route with The Contrarian, except it’s more of the protag getting sidetracked and wandering on a different path before eventually getting completely lost (“I wonder if something magical will happen down this path…”)

The Kind of Princess: Maybe some kind of fairy queen, kind of works like Fairy Festival from Lobotomy Corporation. Appears harmless, but does have the ability to cause harm if provoked

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Slothful: Just doesn’t want to be here, yawns a lot, and just wants to go back to bed, doesn’t want to fight too lazy to fight, let them go back to bed

How to Get It: Just continuously refuse to do anything, like not bothering to even walk to the cabin (“That sounds so far away!”), Not bothering to walk down the stairs to the basement (“Meh… Too much energy”) and most definitely not even bother trying to slay The Princess yourself (“I don’t want to fight her… fighting sounds so tiring…”). This mostly consists of The Narrator puppeteering/forcing your body to do anything

The Kind of Princess: Something to counteract Slothfulness (that being Diligence), probably very well calculated, and is the type to be ten steps ahead of you, very smart and agile.

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Innocent: (I do hope that this doesn’t seem too close to The Voice of the Broken), I’m mostly going for someone who acts all weak and tends to play the victim, stutters a lot (like to the point they sound like those stereotypical Y/Ns in Wattpad stories), probably very annoying

How to Get It: Decide to drop the blade and/or leave the blade behind and allow yourself to be attacked by The Princess

The Kind of Princess: Just appears as some stereotypical evil queen, even got that himedere laugh going on

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Vain: Cares a lot about their appearance (despite not having a physical body), thinks very highly of themselves and speaks in a regal/posh accent, tends to look down on others, extremely dramatic

How to Get It: Try using the pristine blade as a mirror for some reason (in which The Narrator might say something vague about your appearance and yet you still try to make yourself look good) and commenting on The Princess’s appearance a lot (mostly negative)

The Kind of Princess: She will appear to be very disheveled and her dress will look like rags. And depending if you slay her or she somehow defeats you, depends if she becomes even more ugly (kill her) or she becomes extremely beautiful (she kills you) (Note: In the route where she becomes beautiful, I imagine the Voice of the Vain gets humbled and practically grovels at The Princess’s feet (“S-She’s gorgeous!” “Even more than us! How can this be?!” “How dare we even be in her presence! We look like cockroaches compared to her!” “OH WHY MUST WE BE SO HIDEOUS!!!”)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Charitable: At first they appear to be very kind and caring, but in reality, they can be very pushy with their generosity and tend to insist that everyone around them needs their help, tend to take pity on those who don’t want their pity in the first place (“Oh you poor thing!”)

How to Get It: Help out The Princess but make a few comments about how pitiful and sad-looking The Princess is (Mostly between The Narrator and The Voice of the Hero). The Princess will take note of the pitying expression that the protagonist is making and take offense to that.

The Kind of Princess: She will appear frail and her clothes and crown will look torn and tarnished (Unlike The Princess in the Vain’s route because she’s not that ugly here) and she will act more like a beggar. In order to get her other form, the protagonist has to try and help her again, leading to her attacking the protagonist. In the second form, she looks a bit better, yet she will be surrounded by an array of items, some belonging to you (most notably the pristine blade). You gain the option of touching her stuff, which leads to The Princess ambushing you. Her final form makes her extremely greedy and now she looks like an empress. (Note: the basement of the cabin is now shiny gold and covered in jewelry and gems and a large assortment of items) (Also with this the Voice of the Charitable goes insane, not being able to find a reason to pity The Princess (“W-Why does she look like that? “Why doesn’t she look so woeful anymore?…” “She looks so… grandiose. This isn’t right” “…There’s… nothing we could possibly give to her… she has everything…”)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Punishing: May or may not be a reference to something, sounds small yet very bossy in a way (high-pitched voice), has a strong sense of justice, calls the blade “beak” (“We must use our beak to peck her! She must be punished for her sins!”)

How to Get It: The Narrator probably has to really convince you that The Princess is dangerous. Or it could be after using all/majority of the options where The Narrator tries to tell you how much of a danger The Princess is and yet you still hesitate when trying to slay her

The Kind of Princess: She sort of looks like a criminal, being literally behind bars too, and is still very much chained to the wall. However, there is a locked door on one part of the cell. You have the option of letting her out (which The Narrator (and maybe The Voice of the Punishing) will not like), letting her rot in the cell, or opening the door just to slay her. (Note: You use the blade as a key to open the door)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Gullible: As the name would suggest they are very gullible, trusts people far too easily for their own good, is easy to persuade and easy to trick, not doing it out of malice they are just very trusting (“She looks friendly enough!”)

How to Get It: Drop the blade when you’re close to The Princess. Maybe do/say some things that would make The Princess not trust you. Maybe you try to leave, thinking that The Princess couldn’t possibly be dangerous, only for her to free herself from her chains and attack you

The Kind of Princess: She looks sort of like an angel. Her crown sort of looks like a halo, her dress is more flowy, she looks like she floating, and maybe a tiny pair of angel wings on her back (think of those Christmas ornaments). Once it’s clear that you let your guard down, she will attack you (Hope that doesn’t come off as too back-stabby). I guess Gullible’s route would be sort of similar to Cheated, with the voice being more trusting of The Princess rather than aware of her tricks. (“Oooo! She seems nice!”)

[perilegs]

6 & 9 for Rook and Wyll !!

4,11 and 20 for Ati and Zevran !!!

KUUTTI IM SORRY I FORGOT YOU IN MY DRAFTS

thank you!!!! :3cc questions from this post

Rook/Wyll: Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

Hmm, Wyll's love for dancing rubs off on Rook and he'll teach them to dance too. :') Otherwise their hobbies tend to be different, but still something they can do in a shared space. Wyll and Rook could spend time enjoying each others presence, Wyll reading and Rook tinkering on something. (Wyll does pick up on some mechanical skills).

I think they like to play different board/card games together too. I have no basis for this it's just what I feel in my heart.

As for interests I can't think of too many that they both would have as they're more bound together by their ideals and values, and their love for adventure and eradicating what they deem evil. But I KNOW both of them are more than interested in hearing the other talk about their interests and get a bit into them too. Rook is such an elevator nerd, and I can see Wyll starting to appreciate their intricacies as time goes on too.

Oh, also! Wyll's tent has a telescope so I like to think he likes stargazing. Rook has spent most his live deep underground so he's never done that before, but it's definitely something they would enjoy too, so I think that's a hobby they'd also do together!

Their hobbies and interests also shift with time as, they're going to the Hells after the events of the game, but they might eventually settle down to live a quieter life.

Rook/Wyll: What is one quality they have in common?

They want to do what is just in quite a, hm, I guess ruthless way? That sounds bad but I mean things like how Wyll is one of the only companions who suggests killing Kagha. Both Wyll and Rook have a strong moral compass and aim to punish those who do wrong.

Ati/Zevran: How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Answered here

Ati/Zevran: Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Not sure if this is a Foil Foil but it's definitely a contrast, but. Zevran and Ati are both dead but living.

As in, how Zevran trying to assassinate her was a suicide mission, and he is now living despite never planning on doing so.

And how grey wardes start dying the moment they become wardens, a fate which Ati ended up in only because the other option would have been death, but faster. And after that, she has avoided death many times. Being saved by Flemeth, doing Morrigan's ritual.

Zevran is supposed to be a dead man, living a life he did not intend to see, and Ati got a second chance at life at the expense of a timer looming over.

I'm also using this question as an excuse to compare their mothers as what is a foil but contrast to heighten certain qualities.

Ati and Zevran were both born with no parents, their mothers dying in or shortly after childbirth. They were both raised communally, but in highly different circumstances. Zevran with the women in the brothel and Ati with her clan. They both had a similar circumstance of birth but the people and place they were born to made all the difference. Ati was allowed to grow up, whereas Zevran was forced to.

I find it heartbreaking how Zevran's only memory of her mother is a pair of gloves, and how he refers to her as his first victim. Ati didn't even learn the truth about her mother before she was an adult. Zevran's mother's death was held against him, while Ati's was kept from her.

I wish I could be more eloquent and go in depth about this but I will start crying if I do ha

Ati/Zevran: What is their best memory together?

It's hard for me to answer this question as I can't even imagine having just one memory that shines above the rest with someone I love. Ati and Zevran have a ton of good memories they look fondly upon.

But one I've been thinking about a lot recently is, well, not just a singular memory but a collection of memories from their nights in camp during the blight.

Wynne has dialog where she complains about noise coming from the two, which, is supposed to be understood as Zevran and Ati having loud sex but some years ago I saw a post here that referred to it that boiled down to "what if it was laughter?" And I think Ati and Zevran have had a lot of fun together.

They share stories, both those they've heard and of what they've seen. Zevran teaches Ati how to better use daggers. They share their notes on traps and poisons. The list goes on. Though the Blight is looming over them, a lot of their nights are filled with joy and laughter.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

in some jurisdictions (including california in the usa and in the uk as well more recently) pantsing someone can result in sexual assault (or simple assault) charges, even if it's done between students. swm was def written to be standard issue bullying, but a decent amount of the modern western audience is gonna read it in a particular context that is familiar to them/filter it through anti-bullying lectures they've gotten in school/etc.

okok i def get this. i do have a few thoughts they probably arent very well explained but i will try to put them in words best i can.

tldr at the bottom. !!

i do wanna j put it out there, generally, that james & sirius were complete assholes for this and by extension, so were remus and peter. i dont like snape but this was shitty and inexcusable. if it sounds like i'm justifying them in this, i'm not (promise 💔)

i know today it's more often than not considered sexual assault/public indecency , which is totally justified ofc, but this scene didn't take place today - it took place around like . half a centaury ago. lots changed.

yes, ofc, it was wrong then too and even if it didn't mean j&s would go through legalities and stuff, they shouldn't've done it but back then it wasn't considered to be so bad and it was fairly normalized, they probably saw it and did it (albeit in a much crueler way).

hogwarts doesn't teach mannerisms , they never sat through anti-bullying segments or got taught the hard limits or how to fight back vs aggravate. it was written as bullying , because it was. it wasnt intended s/a but that doesn't mean it wasn't heinous .

s/a comes w intent, james and sirius had no intent further than to show their power over him + get rid of their boredom.

istg they were so horrible.

according to wikipedia, this is the definition of sexual assault

Sexual assault is an act in which one intentionally sexually touches another person without that person's consent, or coerces or physically forces a person to engage in a sexual act against their will.

according to this definition, it's not s/a. it's still blurry, if it happened today i would think it be, because james would choose a specifically sexually violent way of bullying snape, but at the time pantsing didn't have those connotations (esp between boys). obv you can still believe what you want , this is just my two cents.

(i'm also gonna reply to some comments from my original post here since it's easier than responding in the comment section).

@eddvirusz : there's nothing sexual about the scene, and i know s/a is a pretty umbrella term that more specific things fall into but i dont find this specific instance to fall under that. it probably was just a big bullying scene for him bc they didnt have the nuances we have today. ik jkr is sexist but also. 70s were sexist. male s/a wasnt considered shit . but that's not the point of it, because there was no sexual intent which, as i said needs to be present. pantsing itself is not considered s/a according to most sites.

@silentgirlspeaksout : okay i just read through the entirety of swm and this is the order of how they hurt each other physically/attempt to + talking abt what u adressed:

snape attempts to hurt james first. james calls out to him, and snape reaches for his wand. you could say that snape expected an attack and was prepping for self defense or something, but ehhh... i dont believe that. let snape be an imperfect victim, he tried to hurt first

james responded w expelliarmus

he then did impedimenta (slows down/stops target - can also blow them away (which it did) if used more strongly)

james and sirius just taunted him while he lay for a while, throwing insults etc etc . power play.

4. snape tries to throw hexes at them but he can't bc his wand is far away

5. james uses scourgify. i dont exactly know if this is like a bad hex, bc it just cleans, so it must just fill snape's mouth w soap ? ig it has chemicals and stuff, but i doubt pureblood james & sirius knew of that. it did make him gag & choke though, that's when lily enters

james saying 'he exists' seems like a joke ..... i 1000% believe j&s & snape were both horrible to each other and james wasnt gonna stop in the middle of his little show to explain that to lily in detail

this is also where he says 'go out w me and i'll leave him alone' - youre right ,,, this was gross. it was played as shits and giggles i think, 'oh haha he never does miss an opportunity to ask her out, does he!', but it's icky . same , it's no s/a but its harassment soo . big L james. this entire post is kind of a big L for james, and sirius too but he has a lot of Ls.

also, "choke him out with soap before he does anything," - he attempted to do shit

"so I don’t blame him for fighting back with a cutting hex after he’s been hit with several spells" - i get it, vaguely, but not in the same sense (?). if james only hit him with these three hexes and snape went to draw blood, i'd say snape was in the wrong (sorry?), but they had a history - snape drew blood because james and snape had done this before, they've gone violent

6. snape cuts james' face (deep enough that it instantly splatters to his robes)

7. hanging snape upside down the first time

lily tells them to back off,

8. james let him off (*threw him down)

9. sirius hits him with a body-bind spell that temporarily paralyzes him

lily tells them to stop,

10. james mutters counter curse

snape calls lily a mudblood + her exit,

11. snape is hung again and we're left unsure whether or not he was exposed or not

there can be arguments made that, like you said, this is only unconfirmed bc it wouldnt be allowed to be in a children's book otherwise (but the book deals w nazis n like a hundred other things so idk it may be left on purpose)

you say jkr is weird about s/a esp w men and while obv #fuckjkr men and s/a discussions generally were pretty weird in the 70s which is why james mightve never considered that a possibility as to what he did + snape never considered it as s/a. fuck jkr tho

for the mary and mulciber thing , i was just yapping tbh but tysm ! fuck mulciber hail mary

ok i think ive yapped enough gn

tldr : s/a requires there to be something sexual taking place. you can argue assault, you can't argue sexual given time frame and context and just .... anything. but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrible and disgusting. j&s sucked ass for this, i may not like him but ill go pro snape where he's a victim.

not s/a, still unforgivable. snape is an imperfect victim because he's violent too. james and sirius are sadists and they should talk that out with someone that isnt each other.

[milfygerard]

bouncing off of amanda @yourdyingwish 's post and my tags, one of my favorite games to play with b sides is spot-the-album-track because like, the way I see it b sides are cut for three major reasons.

(there are a handful of other reasons e.g. a track feels too personal for the main album, the artists label wont allow them to add certain songs to the main lineup, the artist thought of a really funny b-side pun for the songs title et cetera, but these are imo the main three)

Number one is that its a great song, but it doesnt fit the sound/mood/story of the album, Like my way home falls into this camp for me in that the song is really good but feels more like something off of revenge compared to any of the tracks off TBP proper or most of the scrapped tracks, though this does also apply to a lot of the living with ghosts demos, which are often great but would fundamentally change the tone or story of TBP.

Reason number two is that the song is trimming the fat. Kill all your friends was a victim of this, its a great song that totally could've fit on the album story and sound wise, but ended up getting cut just to keep the album lean and focused. These are usually the songs artists will talk about regretting leaving off the records, and are often fan favorites partially because they got cut for seemingly no reason

Reason number three, and the one i find the most interesting, are the tracks that are cut because their themes and purposes ended up getting split and integrated into other, better and more focused tracks. Heaven help us, while also having elements of point 1 (it feels very much like the inbetween space of revenge and parade even more so than my way home), also falls heavily into this area.

Breaking down the songs main themes, we get a nihilistic feeling of being abandoned by god, a reluctant or bitter acceptance of matrydom (a sort of "someone's gotta do it" energy), and catholic guilt weighing down the protagonist. While these themes could work together, and the lyricism is definitely the best part of the track, on the album tracks proper we can see all of these themes explored either by themselves (sleep and house of wolves both feel like more focused and refined versions of heaven help us) or all at once (WTTBP tackles pretty much all of these and...like...its WTTBP). Heaven help us alone feels almost overloaded with concepts and never really got refined down into one thing which left it feeling more muddled than it should have while also making it redundant within the story of TBP and on the album tracklist.

I love b-sides like heaven help us bc they really feel like they give insight into the process of creation and how style can morph and change between albums, especially for a band like mcr, who often make dramatic artistic changes and developments between each record. All art has the awkward middle stage where you sort of know what you want to do but can't quite articulate it properly yet, and sometimes you end up realizing that the one big thing you're making feels so muddled because its actually several smaller, more specific things that you're trying to duct-tape together.

[plasmasimagination]

Hello, I'm here for the matchups!

The fandom I chose for is Danganronpa (V3), and I don't wish to be matched with Korekiyo and Tsumugi (sorry, personal vendettas)

Im 5"1 - 5"2, short black hair, brown eyes, and I'm basically fem representing (nonbinary). I have a little bit of chub but I hate it when people comment on it, since its something I have a sensitive spot on. Other than my appearance, I'm basically a victim of rbf (resting bitch face) syndrome and drive people away from it, alongside with looking scary appearance wise.

Despite this, I'm a kind person and very empathetic to those that I meet and am close to. I am loyal to my friends to a fault and if someone harms them, I end up standing by them in their stead to protect them. Although I have a bad temper and am extremely stubborn, which could lead to my misfortune at times when the situation calls for it.

I'm an Aries, and I enjoy a lot of hobbies— mostly writing, drawing, and even playing horror games! I have a knack with old horror RPG games because they are fun to solve with, even if I do get a little scared at times when it gets intense. I also enjoy VNs, my favorite being horror ones than romance (especially those with mysteries).

In my friend group, I'm the therapist friend and I accept that role wholeheartedly. I tend to be the one to give people advice, hear them out, and comfort them when needed be. Of course, it does lead to me burning out, but I shrug it off because it's something I can do on my own.

My favorites are definitely eating sweets, and being with my companions. I enjoy a good mystery as well, even if it wracks my brain. I don't enjoy riddles because I'm... Not too big brained for it (oops), and I don't enjoy blaming others for their mistakes.

I hope this is coherent orz, have a lovely day and keep up the good work!

— 🌸🍒

CUTIEEEPIEEE HAI HAI, this was easy to match hihi you didn't really mention if you want to get matched up with a guy or a gal for I'll just give you both ;D

Your match up is

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SHUICHI

Everyone needs a shuichi in their life, even you

I think shuichi would fit you very well, it's like that meme "he asked for no pickles" YKWIM?

It's like you're hot tempered type of person and he'll just follow you around standing behind you to support you no metter what ToT

And if you get in any trouble for it, don't worry shuichi is there to save you

As you said you tend to be the therapist friend I think that shuichi would actually enjoy having someone wise / someone that can get him on the right path from time to time

But ofcourse you won't have to be alone either, he's a great listener and will always try to offer help and comfort when you're feeling down or burnt out

Shuichi will also, after some time of being together, get into the type of games and stuff you like and find great interest in it, so for your next game session dont forget to invite him so you can solve those mysteries together >:)

KAEDE

Two cuties omg

It's honestly giving that dark goth girlfriend X pink aestethic girlfriend

I think of you guys as like kuromi and my melody (personality wise idk how you dress lmao 🥹)

While shuichi is the one who's there to need comfort sometimes from you, kaede will be the one comforting you🫵

Like she's gonna grab into your soul and take out all the problems you have and sort them one by one-

That sounds weird but I would say kaede wouldn't be exhausting to be around for y'all and that she would lift your spirit a bit

Also you don't like riddles? Don't worry take a kaede, kaede can help you solve it, or not ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[gunsli-01]

This is at the end but in case it's too long or you don't wish to read this I'll put it here.

Tl;DR: I may have been obstinate about taking the shoe into full consideration and that was short sighted of me. So, for that I apologize. I very much appreciate being able to hear your perspective and see your passion regarding the series. Since it's allowed me to look over instances that time has caused me to overlook. I hope that none of this came off rude or argumentative. I can't say for sure if the missing shoes allude to suicide or not yet, but I'm interested in seeing and understand why some may believe that is the case.

When it comes to the one shoe it's a suicide thing I haven't seen Milgram itself confirm this. Though I have seen it speculated by fans of the series. However, when it comes to that we have a confirmed suicide incident related to Futa. Yet when we see Es stand in for his victim in Undercover, Es is wearing both their shoes.

So, in that case what does that mean? The easy answer is that Futa's victim was not the individual who committed suicide due to online harassment and we punished him for something he simply did not do. However, that begs the question does missing a shoe immediately mean suicide or is it a convenient trope/stereotype for people to latch onto as a defense or make an individual's prisoners look less involved with their crime than they were.

Also the shoe appears on Mu's messed up desk in After Pain. So it isn't new they deliberately put only one of her shoes on her desk plain to see in front of the board hurling insults at her.

It's probably the present they left in her desk; the board is talking about. Since we can see inside most the desks present as they don't seem to be the ones where the wood flips upward to a compartment but the ones that have a compartment to hold things in directly beneath the tabletop the only gift on hers is that shoe.

The one she committed the murder in that would highlight her classmates very much know what she did. Like the messages on the board imply. It's the remaining evidence of her crime that her parents more than likely covered up with money given some of the comments on the board.

This would give the shoe some importance as physical evidence she left behind. However, this would not be something she would need to hide within Milgram because Milgram already knew she committed murder. Why hide the shoe, put herself in her the victims place at points but still show us the murder clear as day? Unlike the multiple characters that only allude to their crimes through vague imagery flowers, stage plays/films, blog posts, and balloons.

If she wanted to hide the shoe, why put it on full display at the beginning of After Pain. So, the shoe isn't from out of nowhere it's been here from the start It's Not My Fault just adds more context as to why. Which is probabl why they translation so directly called for people to go back and look at After Pain again.

Also, no, no it's fine I got a bit too defensive on my end as well. I do not disagree that Mu's murder was sloppy it definitely was. I just feel it's necessary to recognize in some instances there seems to be thought put into it on her part whether that was in the moment or retroactively. I understand it can sound as though I'm trying to make Mu sound nefarious, but I believe she is tactful and controlled with her responses recognizing what information is good for us to know and what may not be.

I don't think this makes her bad but that it underlines the malicious intent/resentment she had towards her victim and how their relationship warped over time. It's difficult for me to state that just because she put some thought into it that makes her a bad person or her crime worse as it's also difficult to say just because she felt cornered/unsafe it was okay to kill someone that was attempting to leave. Because Mu's case to me fails to fit the requirements of legitimate self-defense while also falling short of fitting all the requirements for it to be considered premeditated, I ultimately default to saying it was a crime of passion.

However, if there was a covering up done after the altercation by her parents or herself that in itself would call back to board, we see at the beginning reasonably well. However, it would also show with no room for doubt that Mu's murder and her bullying do not take place at the same time. Meaning her crime would not be a response to her bullying and she could no longer use the excuse of self-defense she pushed forward at the start of Milgram since it was tied to her victim being her bully. Simply put, a person can't bully someone else if they're dead before the bullying starts.

At that point what was Mu defend herself from when it came to Rei. What started all of this? That's something she implies by stating in allegedly more accurate translations not to look for the source of her pain.

To me personally even if Mu thought of doing something to the victim before out of anger, her friends bullied her victim, and the outcome of events we've been shown we are missing exactly what Mu is telling us not to search for the source of her pain. Her motive for doing all of this. We don't know why exactly it came to this and I feel speculating too far off of such a small detail undermines the nuance of the situation whether one tries to make a point in Mu's favor or against her.

I think it's just a simple way to go see she's good or bad. When I think Mu is Mu and like with all the other character her actions should be judged but not her character. Because a person's actions aren't always indicative of their personal character as people act against even their own interests or beliefs at times. I may not want to vote Mu Innocent currently but that's not because I think she's bad I think she's reacting poorly to all the validation she's received and is afraid of forming her own opinion on her actions because she can be incredibly critical of herself.

Just like Futa wasn't really able to reflect on his behavior until he fought against having his feelings denied. Mu and Fuuta are characters who need a lot of external validation. Tending to work in groups because they're not at the point in their lives where they can mentally justify their behavior or past actions on their own, which isn't good. Because no matter how much validation someone gives a person like that they're ultimately interfering with the individual's personal growth and ability to objectively consider and reflect on themselves.

Something that could lead to a negative cycle of someone doing something they may consider wrong or have misgivings about, then seeking validation from others about their behavior, receiving it then doing the same thing again. Regardless of if they personally feel good about it or not. Because they'll simply go everyone thinks I was right so I am or everyone else was having fun so what I did couldn't have been bad.

Unlike Haruka and Yuno who have opinions on their actions but verdicts they would still prefer to receive. That's why I think Mu's focus goes from maybe some of it is my fault to see you all agree I'm right, so it's not my fault at all, you all said so. Without once telling us what she thinks until the end when she hypothetically says what if I'm a bad girl because she believes she is one and she can't handle the thought of that. She definitely can't handle the thought of other people thinking she's a bad girl given the genuine panic in tone during that part.

Certainly, she can do better later but to do that she needs to create her own sense of self and stick to it. Instead of being swayed by the favor of others because it can lead to people being manipulated or doing things, they shouldn't do to protect their very fragile egos.

I don't think the posts should be deleted because discussion on these sorts of things allows people to not only form new opinions but look over the information provided again. You mention some incredibly good points and I recognize that the shoe may have some value now, but I don't think that it alone should impact how Mu is viewed. Because she is a complex character that deserves the same amount of thought I'd put into any of the others.

I may have been obstinate about taking the shoe into full consideration and that was short sighted of me. So, for that I apologize. I very much appreciate being able to hear your perspective and see your passion regarding the series. Since it's allowed me to look over instances that time has caused me to overlook. I hope that none of this came off rude or argumentative. I can't say for sure if the missing shoes allude to suicide or not yet, but I'm interested in seeing and understand why some may believe that is the case.

tw: discussions of suicide

still reeling from the fact that someone claimed it was "disingenuous" to bring up that mu was suicidal in an attempt to sway an innocent verdict. like... i genuinely can't wrap my head around saying that unless you just really fucking hate mu and can't stand the idea she might be a nuanced character who could be sympathetic.

but honestly what was i expecting from someone who claimed that mu keeping her indoor shoes on while chasing rei meant her crime was premeditated

[adminleonsrestingplace]

So just a little side note, I might not be able to do any thing special for 700 followers anymore. Lately my motivations been real up and down and something happened that’s really shot what was left of my motivation- So again lemme just say thank you for 700 followers! If my motivation comes back I’ll definitely take back this statement, but rn I’m just feelin not the greatest

I hope you all have a great rest to your day or night, wherever you are! Big smooches!

[lemmetreatya]

idk why but I would love to see Eren, Connie, Jean, etc. working as security guards lmao! I just feel like they would be very unserious.

girl?!?!?! you already know the diabolically STEWPID shit they’d get up to 😭😭

the three of them would be the late night shifters so most the stuff they get up to would take up most of their time

have a feeling theyd be security guards for like a hotel or something so a job where most people aren’t disturbing them at that time of night

but man the antics theyd get up to?? so bold in how theyd hop into the kitchen and start cooking up a storm with the continental breakfast that’s for the customers in the morning

frying up about 5 sausages, bacon and eggs each 😭😭 drinking up all the cereal and milk whilst they play loud drill via connie’s phone in an empty cup for a speaker

since theres barely any trouble around that time, they’d watch F1 and UFC matches on the display tv in the reception area — feet kicked up on the desk as they gamble and make bets between each other

there’d only be two hotel staff onsight and most of the time hotel night workers are getting linen and press ready for the morning and working on imports, so if theres trouble within the hotel, they’re first port of call

and ofc sometimes people be smoking up in the rooms and doing things against the rules and theyd have to sort it out — and they always take that job SO seriously 😭😭

“hey, guys?”

the soft voice of the team member petra called out towards the three men who were loitering by the reception.

turning round with his thumbs round his belt loops, connie nodded upwards at her

“yo, wassup?”

shifting her weight from foot to foot, the ginger haired girl looked nervous as she said her next words

“uhm… someones smoking in room 312. i knocked for them to open up so, so that they…so i could tell them to stop but they didn’t—”

eren cuts in to put his hand up in petra’s face, his expression serious.

“don’t worry. we’re on it.” turning round to jean, eren throws him his lighter. “which plan we doing tonight?”

jean catches erens lighter with one hand whilst he places down his plate of food with the other.

“they sound hostile so maybe C. although let’s try A2 first, just to avoid filling out any risk assessment sheets.”

these men would purposely intimidate anyone who tried this shit. they’d ask the hotel staff to ring up the name of the individual who booked the rooms, they’d put their walkie talkies on loud so they could sound like cops communicating to each other — gosh they’d even rapt the doors with their knuckles, ears to the wood, and put on fake authoritarian tones

theyd definitely play good cop bad cop whilst the other confiscates shit off them, pretending to be on their side

“look if you just give me the roll ups, ill tell the staff not to put a flag under your account name, alright?”

they dont give two DAMNS about that shit, they just see it as a way to get free cigarettes/weed/poppers

although all three of them are still great guys to have as security staff! if there’s anyone in a vulnerable position that runs to them for help, they’re on it!

working in a hotel means they see a lot of people coerced into rooms and situations they either dont want to be in or not in the right mind to be in

even tho they like to play cop, when the actual cops come, they make sure they protect those who are the victim in the situation or the ones who didn’t instigate

“so you didn’t see the person who totalled the car come this way?”

connie juts his bottom lip out as he shakes his head

“nah man. as i said, i heard a loud screech, ran outside to check, saw a turned over car, but when i checked the car? nobody.”

the cop eyes connie up and down before scribbling in his notepad.

“alright, if you say so.” he pockets the book in his back pocket. “but if you see anything, you’ll say right?”

“of course officer! totally officer!” he lies

little did he know, jean was attending to the light wounds of the woman behind the desk of the reception whilst eren was using her phone to call her sister to come pick her up

all in all, theyd still do their job to the standard they should!!

they definitely conspire with each other beforehand when they each log in their timetable dates so they can be on the same shift

but theyre good pals regardless and even if its just two of them on a shift its still a vibe lool