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the ultimate disaster in designer shades!
meet satoru gojo. 28, ridiculously handsome, and too cool for his own good. people say heâs a psychicâ well, he says heâs a psychicâ which makes people believe he is butâ whatever, you catch my drift. he just knows. itâs almost like he can see straight through you, and he absolutely loves it. whether itâs a hunch, a gut feeling, or pure charm, when he speaks, people listen. and trust, he knows how to make it all look effortless.
his reputation? unshakable. in fact, itâs probably one of the reasons his nameâs been popping up on so many case files around town. like you could catch him walk into a crime scene, take a look around, and before you can blink, heâs already figured out who did it, why, and how. and literally no one knows how.
they might not know how he does it, but they know heâs never wrong. ever.
and donât let those pretty eyes fool youâ heâs more than just a 'psychic' detective. heâs got his own world, and to him, everyone else is just watching.
heâs had his share of distractions, but thatâs all in the past now. or at least, he likes to think it is. every once in a while, when he catches you looking at him, he wonders if things have changed. maybe it has. maybe it hasnât.
âoh! but the way he acts around you? itâs almost like heâs playing a game, but never letting you in on the rules. he doesnât try too hardâ in fact, he makes it look like he could care less about anything! annoying, i know. but when he wants something? when itâs you heâs looking at, thereâs no mistaking it. heâll make sure you feel like the only person in the room, even if heâs surrounded by a crowd. itâs like heâs got this secret way of drawing you in, making you think heâs really paying attention. ..not so annoying, I KNOW.
take this information however you want. hope you can deal with him..
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#01 G8 Draw-in-your-style Challenge!
I believe that this is an old challenge, but I decided that thereâs no better way to dust off the old gear than seeing the boys in my style. Really liked playing around the filters. I liked given them this old, Sunday Morning Comics style. The grain is just beautiful.
I guessâŚI should give a little explanation?
Basically, in how I write Hetalia, there was ONE major event that changed the course of their timeline during WW2. Though the world mythos in itself is very different, suffice to say that it was that ONE event that changed the course of their world moving forward. Currently, the Nation Folks assemble as their own private entity to develop livelihood and development projects for underserved communities across the globe, instead of other global matters. Still, many retain a degree of political connection, Nation Folks, in general, all agree that they will always put first the good of humanity over the gain of any singular country. That being saidâŚ
đ Feliciano Vargas - more actively sexual and flirtatious, pretty much a ladies man, has a problem keeping his dick out of places it shouldnât be but heâs a lovable tramp regardless and knows that he can get away with a lot. He has a good heart and a good head, but maybe a little bit of too much casual machismo that makes his comeuppance so fun to watch.
đLudwig Beilschmidt - still pretty much stiff and serious, efficient but also too much of a stickler, is the youngest of the bunch and always has something to prove, Gilbert helps him here and there but he doesnât want Gil to meddle, it may frustrate him that everyone treats him like a kid, but he also knows that it sometimes works in his favor being the âspoiledâ baby brother to many.
đ Seiryuu Honda - to keep things short, Seiryuu is and always has been this universeâs Nation Folk for Japan but Kiku does/did exist for some time for [story reasons] Sei is calm, level-headed but can come off as rather aloof and dazed, he can act a little too familiar with new people and is quite affectionate to friends. Heâs a bit of a Casanova and likes the game of courtship like a round of Shogi. In many ways he might not be stereotypical, but in many ways he comes off as traditional and anachronistic.
đ¤ Alfred Jones - Heroism runs deep in this hot-blooded cowpoke, not the flashy guns or the prestige, but the hard work of running down the pavement for change. Heâs charming, mature, headstrong, and value honest and just work. Heâs the singular cause of the ONE event, becoming a catalyst to multiple OTHER notable events during WW2. Unfortunately, this has caused him excommunicated from the US government, which suits him fine as he can more actively participate in projects.
đ¸Arthur Kirkland - No one fucks around with the ruling class more than Art, who has historically been a thorn in many administrations throughout the colorful history of his homeland. He is a rebel with a cause down to his core, sticking it up anyoneâs arse if it means fighting for whatâs right. Boston Tea Party? He was also pissing on the cartons before throwing them overboard? The IRA? Girl, he was a damn recruiter. Has he been beaten, threatened, and killed because of his insolence? Sure, but no one is gonna look good as him doing it.
âąď¸Francis Bonnefoy - (P.S. I meant to draw him removing his shirt because someone accidentally spilled wine on him) Residing far away from the bustle of Paris, Franc lives the coastal orchard life along the south of France. Heâs a country boy at heart who likes living the simple life. He is very introspective, usually keeps to himself, but isnât really afraid to voice out his measured opinions. Some might say he is a tad but wistful, but many friends know heâs just daydreaming of being back in his orchard surrounded by good company and a glass of the finest wine.
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Ivan Braginsky - No one can take this MATERIAL GWORL. Daddy Russia is a Mama Bear who claps back at heartless Capitalism and works tirelessly as the acting Chairman of the Union to increase wages and living conditions across the social classes. He is tongue-in-cheek, no nonsense, and fabulous, but above all, a big and caring figure who thinks much for others more than himself sometimes and is just grateful to come home and be wrapped around by a certain Lithuanianâs strong armsâBig Mama deserves some honey after a long dayâs work.
đYao Wang - Wang is a funny characters to me. He can come across as uncouth and overfamiliar, but he just doesnât take life as seriously as the others. Itâs been a long ride and thereâs too much more ground to cover than he wishes to put the effort into. He likes to complain about the silliest things, but damn, if he isnât telling the truth every time he opens his mouth.
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Something You Should Know
Here's the next chapter in my Rookanis fic, Say My Name (Say it Twice), in which Lucanis and Rook have a heart-to-heart after experiencing one of Solas's memories in the Crossroads.
Drawing a line between himself and Rook had been easy. Unpleasant, but easy.Â
Feel nothing.
Maintaining that line was much, much harder, especially when she insisted on bringing him on every outing. Not that it was unreasonable to do so â he and Rook had found their own rhythm in combat that made them a formidable team. It also frequently left him breathless.Â
Lucanis had partnered with other Crows over the years â mostly Illario and Viago â but they all had distinct, individual styles. Illario was the seducer, charming his way close to the mark so they never saw his blade coming. Viago preferred his poisons, carefully studying his targets so he could choose the right concoction for the job. His targets were often dead before they even knew there was a contract on their life.Â
Lucanis was more physical. He had his blades â at least seven for any job â and his stealth. But, by the time he reached his mark, they knew death had come for them. He ensured it. And if he could guarantee the kill was quick and bloodless, he would. Snapping a neck was much more efficient than slicing a throat.Â
Rook wasnât an assassin, and her lack of training showed in her form. Her dagger work lacked finesse, but she made up for it with a startling relentlessness. She relied heavily on her spells and orb, her lightning overwhelming enemies to leave them vulnerable to his blades. And mierda, she was fast, running in close to finish off dazed opponents and blinking away in a crackle of electricity.Â
That said, they needed to work on her parrying.
âSnipers!â He shouted as an undead mage raised its staff. A ball of light careened at Rook, who raised her blade too late. The missile hit her square in the chest, launching her backwards.
âRookâs hit!â Lucanis leapt into the air and Spiteâs wings carried him to dive at the undead mage. But, before he could finish it off, Rook was there, slashing her dagger in a wide arc to send the undead flying.Â
âI think thatâs all of them,â Bellara said.Â
Rook nodded, panting with hands on her hips.Â
âEveryone still alive?â He asked.Â
Rook chuckled and winced. She rubbed at her chest before knocking back a potion.
Rook. Hurt?
She met his gaze and shook her head. âIâm fine,â she said.Â
He frowned. âI didnât say you werenât.â
She rolled her eyes. âYou didnât have to.â
Lucanis didnât know what she meant by that. Was his concern that obvious? Did Bellara notice it too? Or was Rook just being her usual, observant self?
âThat was a hard hit, Rook,â Bellara said. âMaybe we shouldââ
âIâm fine, you guys.â She started off further down the trail, toward another shimmering gate. âLetâs see what the Dread Wolfâs hiding in this memory.â
Lucanis and Bellara shared a worried glance, then set off after her.Â
Inside the memory, they saw not only Solas, but his general, too. And immediately Rookâs body language changed. She was stiff, spine rigid and shoulders high. Tense. Her eyes never left the general and the more Lucanis looked between them, the more he saw the resemblance.
Rook was paler, her hair lighter, but the slant of their noses and the planes of their cheeks were very similar. Lucanis knew next to nothing about elven vallaslin, but heâd wager good coin that the generalâs face bore Mythalâs mark.Â
But the most obvious, most convincing detail was the manâs violet eyes. The exact same shade that bordered Rookâs grey-blue irises.Â
The vision of Solas and the man who might be her father dissolved and Rook wordlessly turned to continue their mission. Lucanis reached for her, but did not put his hand on her arm.Â
âRook?â
She shook her head. âIâm fine, Lucanis.â
Doesnât SOUND fine, Spite said.Â
The demon was right. Rook sounded upset, shaken. Like she needed to be anywhere but there. But once they were inside a memory, the only way out was through.
âLetâs just get through this,â she said.Â
He watched her for a moment, but she refused to meet his gaze. Finally, he nodded. âAll right.â
She sighed, then set off at a jog for their next task in the Dread Wolfâs memory. He followed, but gave Rook plenty of space. Bellara walked beside him.Â
âIs everything okay?â She asked, voice low. âWith Rook, I mean.â
No! Spite said, then took a deep breath, scenting the air. Rook is scared! And angryyyyy.
Lucanis kept his eyes on Rook. âSheâs fine,â he said.Â
âButââ
âBellara.â Lucanis gave her a sharp look.Â
She frowned at him. âSheâs my friend, too.â
Friend? Spite hissed. NO. Rook is more!
Lucanis sighed. âI know,â he said. âIâm sorry.â
Bellara scowled at him. âYou know something, donât you?â
He shrugged. âI know a lot of things.â
âLucanis.â
He stopped and turned to face the elf. âRight now, Rook needs us to focus,â he said. âYou can ask her about it afterward.â
She gave him a stubborn look that promised she would. âFine,â she said. âBut weâre also going to talk about this.â
Lucanis grunted his assent. If questioning him would get Bellara to give Rook some space, that was fine with him.Â
They jogged to catch up with Rook, just as another wave of Elgarânanâs recruits materialized. The memories were easy to dispatch, almost surprisingly so. He wondered if the Dread Wolfâs spirits had really wreaked such havoc, or if that was merely how Solas remembered it.Â
Chaos. Disruption. Over and over and over and over. Spite growled. Used them.
Lucanis did not like the sound of that. But, if Rook had any suspicions about the Dread Wolfâs motives, she kept them to herself.Â
She was a flurry of blade and lightning, cutting through the memories with such focus that Lucanis knew something was wrong. Rook was usually chatty in combat, commenting to her companions as she bounded around the battlefield. But, since seeing FenâHarelâs general, Rook had thrown herself into each fight as if they werenât there. As if she was all alone.
Angry, Spite said. No talk. Doesnât want. To talk. He growled. Wants. To. Stab!
Well, Lucanis could definitely relate to that. If thatâs where Rook was at, he would meet her there. He kept his silence, only calling out when Rook or Bellara were in harmâs way, and made sure to cover Rook even more than he usually did.
Rook. Needs. Help?
He would never describe Rookâs fighting style as efficient, but in her rage she was much more likely to wear down quickly. If she should falter, Lucanis would be there to take up the slack.Â
And so they fought through wave after wave, across the bridge and to Elgarânanâs front door. Only then did Solasâs plan become clear â they'd been the distraction.Â
All around them, the memory bled away to the present, color and sound returning to their usual vibrancy. Beside him, Rook trembled, her blade held tight in her fist.Â
âHe used them,â she said, her voice low and shaking. âHe sent those spirits to their deaths.â
âHe thought the cost was worth it,â Lucanis said.
She spun on him, fury on her face. âThatâs bullshit!â
Lucanis didnât flinch as she shouted. Didnât raise his hands or try to soothe her. Sheâd vibrated with rage through that entire memory â if this was how she needed to release it, Lucanis would gladly take the brunt of her fury.
âYou canât just use people like that,â she said. âI wonâtââ she stopped as her voice broke.Â
Bellara stepped up to stand on Lucanisâs other side. âRook?â She said, her voice soft with concern. âWhatâs going on?â
Rook covered her face with both hands and took several deep, steadying breaths. Then she shook her head. âNothing,â she said. âJust⌠something Solas said makes a lot of sense now.â Rook opened her eyes, and the pain and confusion there made his heart clench.
âIâm sorry, Lucanis,â she said. âYou didnât deserve that.â
âThink nothing of it,â he said. He tried to inject some warmth into his voice, to convince her he was fine, but his concern for her made it fall flat.
âRookâŚâ Bellara said.Â
She held up a hand to her friend. âIâm fine, Bellara. Really.â
Lying, Spite hissed.Â
Lucanis thought that was pretty apparent to everyone present. âLetâs get back to the Lighthouse,â he said.Â
Rook stooped to pick up the wolf statuette theyâd recovered. âGreat idea,â she said and headed back toward their eluvian. âCanât wait to see what other terrible things heâs keeping from us.â
Heâd expected to have to wait for Rook to seek him out after the others had gone to sleep. Heâd even planned to call on her in her quarters if she avoided him for too long. She would need to talk about all that had happened today, whether she liked it or not. If itâd been his emotional outburst, he would do almost anything to pretend it never happened, so he was surprised when Rook joined him in the kitchen after dinner.Â
She gave him a hesitant smile. âWant some help?â
Bellara had cooked, which meant Lucanis would clean up. âIf you like,â he said. âThereâs not much.â
She cast a glance around the kitchen, noting several pans, two cutting boards, and at least three different knives in need of washing, not including their plates and silverware still on the table.Â
âSeems like a lot to me,â she said.Â
He shrugged. âIt keeps me busy.â
âYou mean, it keeps you awake.â
Lucanis smirked at her. âThat, too.â
âIn that case,â she said, moving to stack their plates. âWill you make some fresh coffee?â
He chuckled at that. âI was going to do that anyway.â
âOf course you were.â
The fondness in her voice hit him like a shot of good Antivan brandy. He felt wam down to his toes.Â
Flirting? Spite asked.Â
At this point, Lucanis wasnât sure the distinction mattered. After all theyâd been through, he and Rook had reached a level of understanding that he could only think of as family. Whether her words were intended romantically or not, he found comfort in them all the same.Â
There was quiet in the dining hall as Lucanis brewed coffee and Rook prepped the basin for washing. It was another of the Lighthouseâs oddities. Once theyâd started cooking regularly, a basin with a fire rune engraved in the bottom appeared in the corner of the kitchen. It wasnât as large or ornate as the one in Villa Dellamorteâs kitchen, but it did the job.
He poured the coffee, one for each of them in their matching cups, then joined her at the basin. âHere,â he said, handing her the cup.Â
She took a sip and hummed. âI donât understand how itâs so much better when you make it!â
Lucanis looked down at his coffee to hide his blush. âIt just takes patience,â he said. âAnd practice.â
She snorted. âNeither of which Iâm particularly good at.â
Lucanis laughed. âNo,â he said. âYouâre more of a wing-it type.â
She smiled at that. âItâs gotten us this far!â
âIt has,â he ceded. He took another sip of his coffee, then set the cup on the shelf above the basin. âCome,â he said. âIâll wash, you dry.â
She didnât argue and they set to the task with surprising ease. Only a handful of dishes in, Rook began to hum. Lucanis didnât stop washing, didnât freeze or turn to look at for fear she might stop. So, he kept his head down, his hands busy, and just listened.
It only took a few notes to recognize one of the songs that the minstrels often played in CafĂŠ Pietra. Lucanis was no musician, but he thought she sounded good. Her tone was full and clear, and he wondered if it would carry over into her voice.Â
Spite perched on the counter nearest Rook, each dry plate phasing through him as she set them down.Â
Rook sings? The demon asked.Â
Lucanis said nothing. He would not interrupt this moment for anything. He was standing nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with Rook while they cleaned up after dinner. There was fresh coffee and she was humming a song from one of his favorite places back home.Â
It was the most peaceful moment of Lucanisâs life.
âLucanis?â She asked as he handed her another plate.Â
âHmm?â
âYou havenât asked about what happened today.â
He shrugged. âI knew youâd talk when you were ready.â
âOh,â she said. She dried the plate with her towel, then stacked it with the others.Â
Spite inhaled as she momentarily faced him. Angry, he hissed. And sad.
âIt was him,â she said.Â
âYouâre sure?â
âYou saw him.â She shook her head. âA mage with Mythalâs vallaslin.â
Lucanis nodded, but kept his eyes on the water as he set to scrubbing one of the pans. âThere was a resemblance.â
She spun to face him. âYou think?â In that moment, her face shone with so much hope that Lucanis thought his heart might burst.Â
âYes,â he said. He stopped scrubbing and took the towel from her to dry his hands. He willed them to be steady as he continued. âYour cheekbones and noses are the same.â
She watched him with wide shimmering eyes as he raised one hand over her face, his index finger tracing a line across her cheeks and then down her nose. He did not touch her, but the electricity between her skin and his was almost as good as if he had.Â
âBut more than anything,â he continued, âit was the eyes that gave it away.â He looked her in the eye and let all the weeks of confusion and want, of fear and hope, well up inside him. âYou inherited some of his color, I think.â His voice was low, barely more than a whisper.Â
Rookâs gaze darted around his face, shimmering and hopeful, her pupils blown wide. Then her gaze dropped down to his mouth and she licked her lips.Â
The sight jolted Lucanis, his body reacting so viscerally he blinked with shock.Â
Waaaaaaant.Â
What was he thinking? Hadnât he just resolved to draw a line between them? To keep things professional? She needed an assassin, perhaps a friend. Not⌠whatever this was.Â
He turned back to the dishes, cursing himself for being so weak once again.Â
âLucanis?â Her voice was small, as if she were afraid she might upset him.Â
âYou were right,â he said. âAbout the notes and being FenâHarelâs general.â
There was silence for a moment, stillness too as Rook watched him. Then she sighed and got back to drying the pan he handed her.Â
âYeah,â she said, eventually. âBut I still donât know what happened to him.â
He frowned. âIf heâs in Solasâs memories, in his regretsâŚâ he winced.Â
Rook sighed again. âThen probably nothing good.â
âIâm sorry, Rook,â he said.Â
She shook her head. âNo, Iâm sorry, Lucanis.â
He frowned at her. âFor what?â
âFor today. How I reacted.â She looked very pointedly at the knife she was drying. âYou didnât deserve that.â
Lucanis snorted. âIâve dealt with worse,â he said.Â
âI know,â she said. Her voice was so fragile it stopped him mid-scrub. She waited for him to look at her before she continued speaking. âI know,â she repeated. âAnd I never want to add to your pain.â
The conviction in her voice rooted him in place. He could not look away from her, could not move as she reached out and put her hand on his arm. Mierda, she was so warm! He wanted her to envelop him in that warmth, to hold him close and promise him nothing but soft, sweet things.Â
But what he wanted for himself and what he wanted for her were two very different things. She deserved more than what he could give. So, he took a step back and returned to washing the last of the dishes.Â
âThank you, Rook,â he said. âI can finish the rest.â
NO! Spite howled. No! Hurt Rook? Hurt. US!
For a long moment, she didnât move, didnât speak. Then she sighed and started putting away the dishes. They worked in not-quite-easy silence until the kitchen was pristine. Until both their cups were empty, washed, and hanging from their rack above the percolator.Â
Lucanis watched Rook hang her damp towel over the edge of the now-empty wash basin. He leaned against the stove, arms and ankles crossed, and waited for whatever she was about to say. He expected her to be angry â how many mixed signals could he send before she just gave up? â but when she spoke her voice was calm and sure.Â
âThereâs something you should know about me, Lucanis.â
Something in her tone made his pulse race, that increasingly familiar, delicious heat rolling through him. âAnd whatâs that, Rook?â
She turned to face him and pinned him with the intensity of her gaze. âI donât do anything halfway.â
Not that long ago, Lucanis might have thought she was simply talking about the dishes, but heâd learned a lot about Rook in the last couple of months. Enough to know she wasnât talking about the household chores.Â
He held her gaze, awash in her determination and her certainty. It buoyed him to know someone as breathtaking as her could look at him like that. âWell, then,â he said. âWe have that in common.âÂ
It was a stupid thing to say. Bold and confident when he felt neither. It sounded like something from one of his romance novels â completely ridiculous.Â
But it was true.
He stood up and nodded once at her. âGoodnight, Rook.â
She watched him, her face flushed and brow furrowed. âGoodnight, Lucanis.â
Then he turned his back to her and returned to the safety of the pantry. It was going to be a long, torturous night of replaying the evening over and over again in his mind. A long, wonderfully torturous night.Â
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WereGhost part 4
writing is under the cut as usual <3 couldn't force the art out, for some reason my brain won't let art on my phone happen, I've been trying for days it just ain't workin, and I have gifts to finish working on so PC is a no-go. Still! Writing!!
I do oddly feel more confident about posting things if there's art with it? Like I faked myself out trying to post this one 3 times and kept adding more thanks to that because I was like "wait no not good :("
Maybe because art's like. My thing. But screw it, if I'm getting over my anxiety I'm hitting all the weird triggers, it's a silly werewolf AU I don't think people care if one part has art or not
Simon doesn't like how Johnny smells. He was fine before, but since that morning the older man left with him in such a hurry he's smelled different. To a normal person that wouldn't matter, but werewolves aren't exactly normal folk, and smell is a very important part of their routine, Simon's especially.
Simon was familiar with Johnny's scent before- warm and herbal, a comfortable smell that Simon wasn't afraid to admit was soothing. It's probably part of why he's stuck around. Since he got back, since the anxiety and stress faded out, he's smelled different. It changed. It was faint, but there- something odd and flowery. Simon knew he didn't like it, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it's the fact it changed at all, maybe it's what it might signals, to hell if Simon knows.
Johnny, from there, starts going out more often, for longer, starting at earlier times, and the scent only gets stronger. It mixes with his original one, shifting and changing, and Simon hates it.
He especially hates it when Johnny comes home in the middle of the day, just once, and immediately gets to shoving Simon under the bed, blankets and all, muttering out something about not being prepared and needing Simon to sit still and be quiet for a while- Simon growls and snaps at his feet, though his teeth never connect, but begrudgingly does as told, ignoring the way his heart thuds in his chest and ears flatten to his skull. After a bit, cleaning up and trying to make the place look nice, it seems, sweeping fur off of the bed and floor, Johnny leaves, and Simon is left alone, confused and quite frankly tired, watching the door shut from the little space under the blanket hanging off the bed.
By the time a few minutes pass, he hears the front door open, and another voice starts up. It's not the older man, it's not Johnny, it's new and unfamiliar, soft and feminine, and Simon can feel the fur on his neck raise at the sound. Oddly, he feels threatened. He doesn't like the new voice, doesn't like the scent that follows, doesn't like how it's the scent that's been drowning out Johnny's for weeks now. But he sits there, tense and uncomfortable, listening to them talk in the sitting room. He doesn't like it, but he does it, if only so Johnny doesn't change his mind about all of this and kick Simon out after all.
It lasts for a few hours, Simon unable to fall back asleep, until he hears the door open and shut again. He thinks Johnny might have left too, but no- footsteps come up to the door, and he steps inside the bedroom, crouching down with a sigh.
"Think she likes me, Ghost. Might be the one, aye? Just have to see what to do about you, then..."
His heart sinks at the words, but doesn't reply- just growls lowly and shifts his weight, curling up further to avoid looking at the man.
"Aye, I know. Yer feelin' grumpy. Sorry."
Johnny tries to drag him out from under the bed, gripping the blankets tight, but Simon fights, of course. He can't go one day without being stubborn, especially not when he feels so personally wronged.
"Jesus, fine. Stay under there. Don't make a mess."
It continued on like that for a few days. Long, uncomfortable, grueling days, where Simon slowly began to set up a little den under the bed. It was nice and dark, so at that point it was really just instinct drawing him into it, pushing and arranging the blankets into a cozy little spot for himself. Eventually he manages to fall asleep even when Johnny has his bird over, as much as he might not like it- Johnny slides a plate of food under the bed to try and keep him from getting snappy, not that it ever works, and it becomes another routine.
Simon as tired of it the moment it began, but he tolerates it anyways, just to avoid being thrown out. His leg's mostly healed, and he knows he needs to leave, get out into the forest again, get back to his normal life.
But he doesn't want to.
He gets cooked food, he gets the warmth and comfort of soft blankets that smell pleasant- they're the only thing that don't have that new scent on them, at this point- he gets to sleep in peace without having to worry about wolfhounds scenting him out or humans coming across him, doesn't have to worry about any other predators trying to get a meal out of him, there's no hiding, there's no running, no wasted energy... but he can tell Johnny knows he's healing. He leaves the bandages on longer and comments on the progress he's made, and at this point Simon knows that if he doesn't leave on his own Johnny might just toss him out anyways.
The thought makes him uncomfortably bitter, a sour feeling that wells up in his chest and leaves him feeling nothing short of sick.
He tolerates it all for a few more days, making the most of it, and then watches intently as Johnny leaves, one morning slipping out from under the bed to watch him from the doorway as he leaves, locking the front door behind him. He loafs around for an hour or so, then shifts, standing on unsteady legs and adjusting to the feeling of being human for a bit- as close as he can get, anyways. Simon finds himself staring at a window for a long while, facing the woods.
With a sigh, he steps closer and pushes it open, and crawls out, shutting the window behind him and shifting back so he can break off into a run. He regrets it the moment he's outside, the air frigid and uncomfortable against his fur, feeling like needles against his skin, but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point. He does it himself or Johnny will do it for him, maybe throw him outside in his sleep or something. He's careful not to leave any prints, stepping lightly and never lingering in one spot too long. The beartrap that got him into this mess serves as a marker, telling him where to go, and from there it's just a matter of following old paths, and by the time night starts to fall he's found it again. His scent has faded from months of inactivity, but it's his territory all the same.
Suddenly it doesn't feel like home at all, but he reasons that it won't be come a few weeks, anyways, when the wolfhunts start again the second the town's dogs start to catch his scent, and he'll have to leave all over again. He curls up in a familiar hollow, surrounded on all sides but one so he can't be reached or found quite as easily, and falls asleep with the lingering thoughts of fleeting warmth and soft fabrics on his mind.
#WereGhost#Werewolf Ghost AU#Werewolf Ghost#cod mwii#cod#call of duty#call of duty mwii#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#werewolf au#werewolf#no art for this one#Writing#ghoap#soapghost#ghostsoap#modern warefare ii#AU
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Can... can I maybe beg for info dumping about Owen and Hubter's original designs/story?
OFCCC!! I LOVE talking about my ocs so if you have any questions from what Iâm about to tell please ask, now brace yourself this is a long one,
Ok lore, where do I start, imma give some world-building context first: Thousands of years ago there were these dudes each from a different species whose sole purpose was to protect their nation. Nobody really knows how they appeared but they had been protecting their nations for generations. As more Nations appeared and more wars started happening, lesser and lesser of them started appearing, first, it skipped a generation, then two, then three and so on until nobody knew what had happened to the fearless warriors that once fought for their nations, in some cultures they were forgotten, in others, they were treated as a myth and in others, they were treated as a curse who would come and cause chaos and destruction. There are 5 of them, they are an elf, a dragon, a vampire, a mermaid/man and a faun. Here are some Sketches as to how their designs might look but Iâm probs gonna change them
forgot to mention but the world is kinda in a medieval eraÂż, it's like a DnD campaign of some sort lol
Ok so- Hunter and Owen being part of the main cast obviously are these previously mentioned âwarriorsâ - Kinda⌠let me explain, Iâll start with Owen cuzâ his backstory is simpler, you have your stereotypical perfect mermaid, however, these mermaids are a pretty discriminatory species, if someone doesn't follow their very strict beauty standards, which ofc is being a cutesy little fish-tail mermaid, they are categorised as a sea monster. Sea monsters live in separate places from the mermaids. Mermaids have the most territory residing in a huge and radiant city, like Atlantis, where everything and everyone is perfect living a perfect life. Then we have sea monsters, that, despite being way more, are left to live in a small, not very fit-to-live territory with little access to food and resources. Now, there is a deeper reason as to why that is. The normal mermaids have no idea of this but within the royal family there is this prophecy, which is engraved in a rock that they keep hidden, that someday a shark-tail mermaid ( like Owen, who just so happens to be who is meant to protect the people ) will appear and take the throne from those who arenât meant to have it ( the mermaids ) The royal family for generation has kept the sea monsters oppressed in hopes that they donât rebel and take the throne. So, Owen lives with his mother in a little house on the sea monsters side, heâs pretty liked and well-known bc he is one of the few ppl, like members of the revolutionary army, that dares to go to the mermaids side for food, ( little parenthesis, the revolutionary army has asked him multiple to join but he refuses each time bcs âhe doesnât like conflictâ ) heâs pretty cocky with his abilities so for him it's no issue to go to that side bcs he is sure that heâll never get caught (he has, he just escapes rlly easily ) it was actually in one of these occasions that he met Hunter, and finally I have a drawing of that!Â
hereâs the full page, it also comes with their designs and size differenceÂ
Iâll explain how the hell Hunter is underwater and his reason to do so later btw. To summarise what happens next, they break out of prison, Hunter realizes Owen might be the one Caly is looking for (Iâll explain who she is later) Hunter asks him to go with him to the surface, Owen agrees, they go, adventure commences! ( for anyone wondering, yes Owen does end up making a rebellion and taking the throne but much, much, much later)Â
Now to Hunter,Â
Heâs a shadow-shifter, which essentially means that he is just a shadow w/o any real physical form so he can shift into whatever he wants, however, while he can make small alterations to his body like growing an extra pair of arms, grow wings or grow a couple of feet, to make big changes like increase his size exponentially for example, he needs a huge calorie intake that he can transform into mass/shadow that he can shape. Now I just said that shadowshifters don't have physical forms, thatâs not the full truth, due to evolution they have developed a âbase formâ that resembles humans except that they are slightly taller ( around 7 feet ) and have black with purple eyes, like in this drawing here.Â
Shadowshifters are still, well shadows they just look human to sort of blend, but Hunter for example when faced with very strong emotions loses control of himself and turns into a shapeless shadow.Â
Onto Hunter's backstory, shadowshifters were a nomad nation, never really given their own land to call home, so they just wandered in caravans around all the lands. They were a hated species being seen as less by almost everyone because they didn't have a physical form. ( the real reason is that they were afraid of what they could actually do if they wanted to attack a nation, bc shapeshifting is a very broken ability đââď¸) They were so hated that other species began to hunt them, the fact that they were taller and had black eyes made them an easy target as they were easy to identify. One day the shadowshifters were crossing through the woods that sat in between the border of humans and fawns. They were playing music, the children were playing and an overall happy aura was taking over. As Hunter was playing with the other kids he ran over to his mother to ask her for her necklace so he could use it in the game they were playing, his mother happily handed it over. (This is important) Suddenly they heard a big crash followed by screaming. A huge group of not only humans but dragons and hybrids as well had attacked them. Then, the fire started, the dragons began burning everything as the humans and hybrids hunted them down. Hunter's mom grabbed him by the hand and started running away, Hunters mom knew that they wouldn't be able to outrun them, so she hugged Hunter tight saying her goodbyes and instructing him to run away as fast as he could, and to not look back for any reason. Hunter ran nonstop into the fauns territory until his body gave out and he fainted. He got woken up by a kid faun, close to his age, who was slightly shaking him and asking if he was okay. The kid looked at him confused, asking again if he was okay and reassuring him that he was safe. He said that his name was Kamal. Hereâs how he looks like as a young adult
Kamal took Hunter to his village where Hunter would tell Kamalâs mom what happened; Fauns being a very docile species did not have any hate towars shadowshifters btw; Kamalâs mom decided to take Hunter in and raise him, the people of the village where also very kind and accepted Hunter. He lived a fairly happy life, until he was around 17. See the one who was supposed to protect the fauns was Kamal, and both he and Hunter decided that the best way to do that was to become bounty hunters and roam the borders of the fauns territory to make sure no one dangerous came in, they started doing this when they were around 13 so by the time they were 17 they were pretty good at it, however, as most teenagers, they believed themselves to be invincible, or at least Hunter did. ( This part is still in development so it's not gonna be that well-written jsjs ) One day, as they were doing their jobs and patrolling the borders, Hunter noticed a group of fairly known criminals entering the forest, so being as reckless as he was, he just started running w/o thinking, Kamal being more cautious decided to check the wanted posters he carried with him, he saw that the leader of the group had a danger level of 4 and a torch stamp ( Wanted posters rank criminals with danger levels ranging from 1 to 5 and if they have a torch stamp means that they have magic ) Kamal rushed to stop Hunter from doing something stupid but when he got there he had already started a fight, Kamal joined knowing there was no way Hunter could win on his own, While they were fighting one of the criminals launched at Hunterâs back with a sword while he fought someone else, Kamal saw this and rushed to push Hunter out of the way getting himself stabbed. Kamal's powers began going haywire, the ground shaking, plants and trees growing fastly everywhere, this scared the criminals away but the damage was already done. Hunter just stood there holding his brothers body, as the last bit of air left Kamal's body Hunter's necklace began glowing and something green started coming out of where Kamal's heart was, and the crystal on the necklace started absorbing it. When it stopped, the crystal was glowing green and the realisation of what just happened dawned on Hunter and he started screaming and crashing out, this caused him to lose his physical form and become a huge shadow that moved frantically everywhere, until he eventually passed out. When he woke up he was in his house, but not in his room, he was in Kamal's room, and his (adoptive) mom was hugging him asking him if he was okay and where Hunter was, he just stood there trying to make sense of everything, then he heard it. His mother called him Kamal. He rushed to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror, there in the reflection stood Kamal.Â
And thatâs it â¨â¨ there is soooo much more I have to say abt their stories but to do so it was very important to have hunters backstory clear so parts of the actual story are clear, I left a ton of things un explained so please ask if yâall wanna know something, I might take some time but I assure you that l WILL respond so dw. Gosh, I didnât even touched the reasonings behind their designs, not only that but a bunch of other stuff happens in the actual story thatâll love to tell but I feel like this post is long enough so maybe Iâll post that another day.
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Hi, it's Quill! For the fic writer asks, can you please answer 40, 56 and 65? đâ¤ď¸
HELLO MY FRIEND THANK YOU đđđ
40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
Ooooooh, now THAT'S a toughie. And and all art of my fic would be recived with literal tears of joy, but let's narrow it down lmao. Discounting my horny ass just wanting aaaallll the art of my smutty side account fic (and tbh more horny art of the Cat King in general), I think it would be lovely to see art of Lonely Bones, considering how much time and feeling has gone into it and considering I think you could have a lot of fun with moody compositions. Somewhere Beyond the Sea is only on it's first chapter but especially from chapter two onwards it's gonna have so many fun and whimsical things/characters to draw! I'd also be an absolute GLUTTON for more of mine and L and H's 1920s poly boys as seen in Keep Me Warm, Love Me Long, Be My Sunlight, but that's a bit more niche!
If I had to pick one singular scene, I think I'd melt like butter if someone drew Charles in subspace getting therapeutically, nonsexually dommed by Edwin with silly cat's cradle games in âCause You Cut Through All the Noise. I'm so fond of that fic you have no idea.
56. Whatâs something about your writing that you pride yourself on?
Character voices!! I need to rewatch DBDA again soon to refresh my memory lest I drift into made-up voices but generally speaking I think my dialogue characterisation is pretty fun and believable!
65. Tell us about what youâre most looking forward to writing â in your current project, or a future project
I am looking forward to each and every aspect of the 1920s AU I'm working on with @dear-monday and @tw0-ravens, but especially the Thomas dialogue/arc/letters. I'm also huuuugely looking forward to writing my Edge Chronicles AU, but mostly for the world, vibes and character backstories especially pertaining to Edwin -- I'm currently struggling a bit with finding the actual plot, though! I'm also SO excited for the rest of Somewhere Beyond the Sea, there's going to be so much fun and whimsy and fantasy and sweetness, I'm really excited for the bits I've added as well as the bits I'm adapting from the source material!
Get to know your fic writer!
(And because you asked me to talk about WIPs, here we go, a very short, rough snippet of the Edge Chronicles AU from my notes app -- flashback to Charles and Edwin's first meeting!)
It was freezing cold in the prowlgrin roost. Maybe not up in the nests and the roosting poles, where the big old beasts dozed by the light of the burning braziers, the lucky sods. But down in the straw and the muck the winter chill was biting, creeping through every crack in the ancient slats. Charles was huddling down pathetically, dragging the ratty old prowlgrin tarp tighter round his shoulders, when he heard a creak. Louder than the wind through the slats, slower. The door. He froze, holding his breath. The air had... changed. It was crackling with something, making Charles' hair stand on end. And then, footsteps. Charles shrank back, tried to make himself small. But the shape that stepped into the roost wasn't any boy that he knew â anyone who might be looking to finish what they'd started. It was... strange. It was like looking at those old barkscroll woodcuts from way back; those odd, early academic knights with the leather armour, all tooled and riveted. Like something out of a fairytale. It looked at him, right at him, and pulled off its leather helmet and underneath was just⌠a boy. Not like any boy he'd seen, though. Pale, worryingly so, and gaunt, eyes the most piercing blue he'd ever seen; unearthly, iridescent. Like open, uncharted sky. "I was looking for the library," said the boy, softly, hoarsely, like he hadn't used his voice in a good long while. "It used to be here, did it not?" Charles frowned, for a moment too confused to be scared. Of all the things to be looking for! "Not anymore, mate. Moved it 'cuz of the rot, didn't they? That was what, thirty years back or summit." "Thirty years..." he hummed like a rumbling storm. "Right. If you might point me in the right direction â I have some very important reading to do.â Charles was starting to think the dunk in the lake had frozen his brain. "It's three in the morning,â he said, baffled. The boy knelt before him, and raised his hand. Charles watched, horrorstruck, as his long, slender fingers lost their shape and stretched, vaporous, into elongated strands of crystalline cirrus. "It is rather pressing," said the boy, deadpan.
And some of my tests of the art style so far đ this AU's gonna take me a WHILE with the illustrations as well as the writing lmao
#dead boy detectives#mr. bees speaks#ask game#my have to do the rest later after i'm done taking my dad to birthday lunch jfdkbgdafs#and i will also send some asks while i'm about it!#thank youuuu đđđ#my fanfic#my art
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Mike and Vanessa learn about FNAF sister location
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#michael afton#fnaf vanessa#vanessa afton#mike schmidt#circus baby#william afton#purple guy#fnaf#sister location#fnaf movie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#itâs okay guys Michael got better promise :-)#finally purple Michael..#I might change his look the more I draw him#but I think he looks pretty cool#the other two donât even enough the half of it#Vanessa is chill with it but Mike definitely be way more lost
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#myart#chloesimagination#comic#michael afton#fnaf vanessa#vanessa afton#mike schmidt#circus baby#william afton#purple guy#fnaf#sister location#fnaf movie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#itâs okay guys Michael got better promise :-)#finally purple Michael..#I might change his look the more I draw him#but I think he looks pretty cool#the other two donât even enough the half of it#Vanessa is chill with it but Mike definitely be way more lost
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HEAVY TF2 TUMMY !! !! !!
Poor scout need help rn-
#tf2 fanart#tf2 scout#tf2#tf2 heavy#princeswillow1234#art#digital aritst#i might change his look the more i draw him#illustration
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Maelmordha my grumpy scoundrel of a Commander. Casts plague signet casts plague signet casts pla
#his irises keep getting smaller the more I draw him. that black chasm of his eyes#gw2#guild wars 2#sylvari#gw2 sylvari#gw2 oc#gw2 commander#gw2 necromancer#my art#quen's ocs#Maelmordha#reference sheet#for expressions at least#also he only has claws on his left hand#I *might* change that? Haven't decided yet. it looks funny through his gloves#anyway. lord help!! he's so stupid. I love him
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i remember i made these designs for snorpy n floofty's parents like 2 years ago, the og post is somewhere on my main blog i dont fuckin know lol, but i felt like redesigning them slightly
#the parent doodles here are actually multiple months old buuuut i never finished giving them colors sooo here they are#i liked drawing Fizzlefuzz again (she still doesn't have a first name im sorryyyy)#it's not shown here but she has a fuckin giraffe neck that i love. the long neck gene did not pass down to her kids so sad so saad#Rustlebean's design is still kinda ehhhh. i might change his colors n pattern some more and maybe give him actual hair?? idk#i wanna keep his fluffiness and freckles cause his kids are both fluffy freckle havers#i also swapped their nose colors here so their pallettes didn't look the exact same as the fizzlebeans#bug game#like i saw 2 years ago this family is black-coded cause I Said So. smiles n grins
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Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."
#my characters#ya know since i draw daily idk if ill do any challenges this month#i know theres a LOT of them out there but i might hold off and do huevember as a challenge and let this month just be chill#for what its worth he only asks for a female body because his baby brother (like 10 years younger than him)#commented ONE TIME ugh its so weird to have you dote on me like this#why couldnt you have been an older sister or look less suspicious#so when sent to help his brother hes like RIGHT GOT IT GIRL TIME LIKE THE MOST LOGIC COURSE OF ACTION#then does a really good job at helping the hero and then gets abducted by the demon army and#as rey keeps challenging the demons checking on him in the dungeon (who are all very kind?) to just interrogate him already#and they just ask why would they do that? they just wanted her outta the way for a bit#cause they dont actually want to hurt anyone and then the demon lord keeps personally visiting rey and continues#to point out how she gives him a headache and how the core is different than the shell#and so then he offers to revert rey back to his original form and reynold immediately accepts#and so now hes just a guy again surrounded by v nice demons#and hes like please just be mean ive been trained to handle violence you have to stop being nice#im not used to nice ok you have to be mean or else im going to develop stockholm syndrome#and the demons are just ?? we dont .... dont know.... what that is.......... what.....#then he gets engaged to the demon lord and all is well ! he becomes the trophy husband to the demon lord#and the world is saved (it was never at risk)#i have a lot of love for the idiots in this plot#because reynold and sascha are literal husbands thinking oh no my beloved husband is only married out of convenience to meeee#and solei is the goddess who recruited him and is so mad that reynold is more of a gremlin than sascha#like why is this mere mortal somehow worse than THE DEMON LORD how in the world#and reynold runs around just adopting all of the demon army and is like yeah#ill be the trophy husband with a hundred kids and a hot 7ft tall demon husband who can change into a huge dragon#and hes really content in this role!#but for a while he does appear as rey and hates how much of a highlighter he is
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The way you draw deltarune characters is so charming! Have you ever drawn King?
like twice lol
#ask#okayrigamarole#thats a fun username#i am a little bit of a king hater </3 dont like the way he treated lancer#although hes one of the backbones of why i like queenkaard so much because he doesn't seem to have been very good to any of them#i mean i think he and queen were mutually not good for each other at least dhjbsbdhfj#there's something about 3 people who have all been hurt by the same one dude coming together as a family thats sweet to me#also haha your exes are kissing#very interested to see where his character development goes. idk what the ending of this game is going to look like but i want to believe#that if you recruit all the darkners he might have a change of heart by the last chapter and become a better person#'ah i thought lightners were selfish but you're not so bad so maybe i was wrong' etc etc#meanwhile if you dont recruit everyone he stays a lil bitch dhjbbdjhsf#tldr I Dislike Him Respectfully and i dont really draw him cuz of that#ive drawn him a couple more times but just in sillie little doodles i never posted. i feel like i had a small comic somewhere i never finis#finished that he was slightly featured in. cant remember. i have like 25+ deltarune sketchdump files over these 3 years
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One Piece Warriors AU: Ussop, Robin, and Franky
Ussop cat naming progression: Eaglekit -> Eaglepaw -> Eaglecatcher
(Seal mink cat with long curled (rex) hair)
Robin cat naming progression: Sunday (loner) -> Lotuspool
(Blue bicolorpoint with unusual white-spotting)
Franky cat naming progression: Rubblekit -> Rubblepaw -> Rubblebelly
(Blue-ginger ticked tabby with no tail (natural))
#Yes i did forget franky's chest scars and im too lazy to go back and fix them#but when i draw him again they will be there#i also might change his eye color i cant tell if I like it or not#i swear franky's colors are based on a real cat coat pattern i know it looks super weird#Ussop's design is based on a golden eagle btw#robin is the only one of these that i really like but i was getting stuck so i gotta just post it or ill never make more of these#and i want to do nami and vivi next#one piece#my art#warriors au#opfanart#nico robin#cyborg franky#ussop
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what if i gave castor the same eye scar that bruno has. what then
#me like ââim not gonna change his design much i just wanna make it match his new backstory moreââ: ââMORE MARKS!!!!ââ#but ohhhh the symbolism ohhhhhhhh your daddy passed down his trauma to you didnt he!!!!!!!!#echoed voice#question is should his eyebrow be cutâŚ. doesnt really make sense#cause heâd get it before evolving and he didnt have the big eyebrows then#they were shorter#ehhhh actually i can make that work#i think whether of not scars carry over in evolution depends on the pokemon#but for the gligar line specifically im thinking castor has no scars on the red parts#bc im imagining that liiiike. when evolving the exoskeleton splits to reveal the red part?#so the legs and the chestplate are the original external shell while the red shell is newer#so the scars would be on the purple bits. not the red#soooo if castor has a belly scar as a gligar it might not be reflected on him as a gliscor#it might be split a bit between the legs and chestplate? but tbh that seems like a hassle to draw so i wont#tbh i cop out with castors scars⌠want him to have more but i imagine hes a case where you look closer at him#and you see a looooot more scars up close#the ones that are actually drawn are the big ones that left a ton of damage#buuuuut i wanna add moreâŚ. but itd be frustrating to draw them every time i thinkâŚ.#oh also back to ââinheritingââ scars from parents (not literally but symbolically) is castor having a chunk of his right ear torn#when his mother lost the entire ear. do you get meâŚ
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:D (I ramble in my tags about this)
#shuichi iguchi#shigaraki tomura#mha spinner#bnha spinner#spinaraki#spinneraki#ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK#i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too#and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile#and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident#and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it#like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg#ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during#fem shigaraki#fem spinner#was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough#also!!!!!! the last ââpanelââ made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2#2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding âlooks like a resting bitch faceâ to my spinner headcanons? maybe.#but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least#not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that#as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg#mha jbee
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