#I'm not as outspoken as him though so I use them when I can't get out of it. But I hate it and I hate ppl using my name.

[schmweed]

[curlyfriesgalore]

headcanons of a

hibiscus-loving boy ♡

☆ requested by anon — my daisuke headcanons.

★ a long sfw & nsfw headcanons list with one-shot segments of solo! daisuke scenarios to start off the new year 🥳.

☆ gen tags: fem! reader but reader isn't in his life (yet). the sfw takes place on earth and the tulpar, while all the nsfw is on the tulpar. before the crash (except it is mentioned in one headcanon). daisuke & his relationship with his parents. daisuke is single but very much wishes he could mingle. bits of silly stuff because it is daisuke, after all. someone please date him already... swansea is so sick of listening to him rave about "hot babes."

★ nsfw tags MDNI: malesub. dry humping objects. semi-public masturbation. daisuke uses a vibrator & flesh-light individually. mommy kink (as expected) and puppy kink (only mentioned though). lots of yearning for his dream girl and fantasies of women in general. (could it be you? 🫣)

[anon, thank you so much and i hope you liked this! on another note, i'm working on a long fluffy daisuke x reader oneshot, so you guys will get that wholesome content eventually. also, i forgot that daisuke was probably canonically bunking with swansea but... for the sake of this and daisuke's dignity, he gets his own room lol. —iris🌠]

sfw.

★ earth.

this isn't a set headcanon of mine, but i like to think that daisuke is a japanese and filipino man who grew up in hawaii but doesn't go home to his respective countries often. when he does, it's always a long catch-up with his large extended family, whom he misses dearly.

he gives off the energy of a single child solely raised by his first-generation immigrant parents, both of whom want the best for daisuke's future but struggle to show that in a constructive manner.

he has a relatively solid relationship with them, and their arguments are still within the realm of what is expected of families. however, there's a degree of emotional distance between him and his parents, especially with his mom who's a bit firmer on daisuke's education than his dad, who still cares about it just as much, but he's more reserved compared to his wife—the outspoken of the two.

with how they both work full-time and how he grew up with a vastly different upbringing from them, daisuke doesn't feel as close to his parents as he thinks he should. sometimes, they don't understand him, like his incessant love for thrifting and doodle-drawing, and sometimes, he can't understand them, like their insistence on getting him into an ivy league college when a public university works just fine (according to him).

daisuke is much more fluent in tagalog than he is in japanese, which his mom pesters him to study more, fearing that he'll struggle to pass down his knowledge of her lineage to his future kids properly.

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"tch, and how will they know how to speak to their obaachan, hah? it's not that hard to practice every morning, dai-dai." his mom sighs, one hand clutching the strap of her kinkachu bag while the other held a bottle of olive oil.

daisuke withheld a groan, grumbling to himself before responding, "i knowww, ma, i know. i'm just busy, okay?" his forearms fold over the trolley's handle, bringing his chin to rest on top of them.

she glares, "busy playing with your gameboy? you call that busy?"

without consciously intending to, he rolls his eyes, then swiftly snaps them back in place. cringing at himself as he purses his lips, a pathetic whisper of sorry leaves his clenching teeth.

before he knows it, his mom is scoffing. she squints at him with her brows furrowed, her gaping mouth quirking to one corner, and shakes her head in disbelief, bee-lining to the next thing on their grocery list.

"eh?! mama, i didn't mean to!" daisuke quickly splurges a cacophony of apologies as he pushes the cart, trying to keep up with his mom.

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other than that, his parents genuinely love him, as much as they begrudgingly listen to his endless rambles which they barely understand because of how all over the place his retellings can be.

daisuke always finds ways to interject his current story with another story that relates to the initial story, which he must explain in excruciating detail, or else they won't get the references he'll make when he continues the first story! so they just sigh and nod their head. (it's even worse for his dad when daisuke starts using english slang that's far too modern for his head to translate in real-time).

his parents have considered a second child. however, the financial burden, emotional weight, and physical pain from vaginal burns or cesarean scars that they'd have to repeat were too much. one sugar-charged chatterbox of a kid was enough for their lifetime.

daisuke wasn't always sure about what he wanted to do in life. his mind had always been glued to his dreams of traveling beaches around the world, flirting with pretty girls with a piña colada in hand, sifting through vintage pieces, and finding a girlfriend who loves him enough to want to do the same! but even then, he didn't know how to get to that point. of course, the simple answer was money, but how he'll get that money was what spun at the forefront and lingered at the back of his mind.

though, this is daisuke we're talking about, he's sure this'll work out one way or another!

"girls like smart guys, right?" he'd ask himself as he browsed through a leaflet listing all the STEM subjects his mom had circled in neon red ink. daisuke's eyes drift to the arts and humanities page, wincing at the sheer lack of majors highlighted on that side—it was next to none. save for architecture, which his mom suggested he should try because of his drawing hobby, but, truth be told, it was just a hobby for him.

he loved the freedom of art, especially doodling. it was a space for him to explore whatever wacky design popped into his mind. he'd look at a simple object, darting his eyes to several others, and merge it all into a story of sorts. whether it be a turtle-pig fishing for sentient crackers on a wooden boat or an intergalactic wasteland where sweets colonized spices, it was his favorite pasttime. so, the possibility of having that be ruined by conforming to another person's rules and regulations wasn't for him.

he once suggested studying fashion. assorting clothing pieces, designing looks, and learning its history was a genuine passion of his, but one look at his parents' faces was enough for him to quickly drop it.

daisuke has fixed cars in the past—not fully, but he's helped his dad and a couple of neighbors for some extra dough, and has managed to learn a thing or two.

he was pretty good at math and physics, preferring the latter of the two because he actually got to apply that math into scenarios much more interesting than 'find the radius of a hemisphere of volume 80 cm^3.'

so, when daisuke's mom learns of pony express' last-minute aerospace mechanic internship, she's ecstatic, excitedly telling him to prepare his resume because her son is going to space! after all, her boy got the brains for it.

daisuke genuinely looked forward to this opportunity as well. however, funnily enough, he was terrified of outer space. though he was weirdly okay with the unknown depths of the ocean, the galaxy? that was a different story. at least, if he were drowning in the sea, there was a higher chance of him surviving than choking out in space. he shivered at the thought.

nonetheless, daisuke focused on the positives. "holy shit, what if there are alien beaches with hot ALIEN babes?!"

however, his cv wasn't all that impressive by pony express' standards. so, out of sheer desperation, his mom used a couple of her connections to secure that spot for him, but daisuke doesn't know about this. he thinks his smarts alone got him the job.

she's so adamant about his education because she fears for him, like any parent would. she doesn't want daisuke to suffer financially the same way her and her husband did growing up—it was her nightmare, actually. so, hopefully, with enough prayer and preparation, this will benefit him greatly. (oh... if only she knew).

before his space trip, daisuke's dad treated them all to a 5-day family holiday out in california, letting daisuke choose most of the activities, aka revel in his inner child via arcades and amusement parks. he actually made 2 friends, both in separate places, who'd accompany him whenever his parents got too tired from walking or couldn't bare the insane waiting lines (which was 90% of the time).

his dad had been secretly saving for this ever since daisuke was a kid, wanting to give his son the best birthday an 18-year-old could ever want.

while they've gotten richer over the years, his dad constantly struggled to feel secure in their wealth, feeling as though they could lose it at any time like his family had back then.

★ the tulpar.

upon arriving, daisuke didn't realize that he was a very late addition to the team. he noticed a slight hesitancy in everyone, which made him feel awkward, but in classic daisuke fashion, he shrugged it off and tried his best to get on everyone's good side.

(he definitely vomitted in his mouth soon after take-off).

daisuke quickly befriended everyone. the easiest was curly. he was the captain, after all, and the friendliest and handsomemest boss he'd ever met. even though it was pretty obvious that curly initially tensed at the lack of proper planning from pony express' end, he soon forgot it when daisuke eased into the crew just fine, impressed with how optimistic he'd been.

then, it was anya, who was a little quiet at first, but when she got used to his chipper nature, she had no trouble giggling with daisuke. she's glad to have someone other than curly to have fun with during their game nights, and even curly wasn't the easiest to play with because of how frequently he'd doze off in between turns, drool already dripping down his light beard. so, daisuke was a massively fresh change. he was energized and dramatic, passionately involving himself in the game and sneakily cheating whenever anya was getting a little too close to winning.

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curly called out for anya, asking where she had put his sleeping medication. anya lifted her view off of the board, her finger still holding her chin, and turned to curly, whom she gave instructions to.

daisuke and anya sat on the ground in front of the lounge couch, which swansea sprawled himself on—arms folded over his belly—as he dozed to sleep, his quiet snore growing louder by the minute. daisuke looked at anya, who was now bantering back and forth with their captain, and a mischievous grin inched up his cheeks.

with a very "inconspicuous" whistle, daisuke swiftly switched the positions of her queen and his bishop, shifting his eyes everywhere to ensure no one had seen the evil he'd done.

as anya's laugh died down and brought her focus back to the game, she moved her knight to somewhere on the board, not noticing the changes. then, as ego fueled his chest, daisuke took out her king.

"check and mate, anya." he proudly smiled, flipping his hair. he flicked open his fingers and spread his arms away from the table, figuratively dropping an explosive as he mouthed a boom.

"WHAT?!" anya exclaimed, her brows knit up her forehead as she scrutinized the chess pieces.

swansea snorted awake, startled by the sudden noise. "hah?! oh, what...? wh-what happened, where were we?"

bemusement painted her face when she realized what had happened. she pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at the cheater and pointed at daisuke, wagging her finger, "you did something, didn't you?"

daisuke stifled his laugh, remaining nonchalant and poker-faced as he shrugged. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

anya and daisuke just "argued." anya flailed her arms at the monochrome pieces, while daisuke found it increasingly hard not to burst into chuckles.

swansea lifted his back off the sofa, his spine resounding with a loud pop. in his neutral grumble, he said, "looks like daisuke won fair and square to me." then he went back to napping, flopping his neck onto the headrest.

anya was gagged, feeling like she'd gone crazy, so, daisuke finally cracked and cackled, falling to his side as he smacked the floor with tears in his eyes.

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surprisingly enough, it was jimmy with whom he got on good terms with next. well, good enough terms with. they rarely ever talked. their conversations were limited to offhand encounters if they were the only ones near each other, where daisuke asked simple things about his life, followed by jimmy's cold hum.

so, as to not make things awkward, majority of what they discussed related to the tulpar and its workings. (jimmy secretly enjoyed it, though, feeling like he was more important than curly because daisuke would go to him for these types of questions, besides swansea. even though, the reality was that daisuke liked curly way more for how much he could joke around and still found room for professionalism.)

then, there was swansea. daisuke's favorite person, and his one and only mentor!

it felt nice for him to hang out with someone like his parents, except he was more wrinkly, irritable, and meaner than them. sometimes swansea's jabs can sting, but daisuke knows he means well. (then again, daisuke feels that way about everyone, and he's not sure whether that's a good or bad thing.)

despite his clumsiness and how often his mind drifts off to fantasies of breathing in tropical air with bikini-clad ladies surrounding him, he's learned so much from swansea.

it's not just about mechanics, but about life, his experiences and what all the good, bad, and ugly mean to him. without giving too much away about what he's been through, daisuke still managed to infer a couple of things.

albeit, he can be hard to understand. while swansea's advice is straightforward, he is in a descriptively convoulted way. so daisuke could only fully process it when he's lounging on the couch with swansea, taking in every word and, for once in his life, shutting up—which has only happened a couple of times, but hey, who says daisuke can't maneuver his way for more?

he hopes swansea will write him an extensive letter of recommendation and not mention all the times he's given him the wrong wrench, that one foam incident, or his ramblings of how he lowkey highkey wants to be a model, to which swansea would slowly blink at him for.

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"you want to be a model? for what?" swansea inquires, standing with crossed arms as he watches over daisuke adjusting a screw.

"well, you know, for fashion! getting all dressed up n' stuff, my picture being taken as i pose for the camera." daisuke momentarily stopped twisting the bolt and posed for swansea, smoldering as he folded his arms, definitely not imitating the old man.

swansea just rolled his eyes and told him to get back to work, putting his hands in his pockets instead. "so why'd you pick fixing metal junk instead?"

daisuke paused, ruminating on his following words. "i dunno, my parents want me to be an engineer, which is, like, super cool and all! and i do want to be one... it's just, it'd be nice to try other things i'm good at and see where they'll go, you know? you get me, right, swansea?" he went back to fidgeting with the pipe.

swansea stood there, softly nodding to himself. "i mean, they have a point—torx, kid, not hex," swansea pointed at the other screwdriver in the toolbox next to daisuke, "they don't want you risking unstable work and have no means of supporting yourself."

daisuke ate his lips, and swansea could see him grow smaller by the second. he sighed, "but, i'm not saying that you can't pursue that. you should, at some point, but my daughter's done it before, and she says it's not an easy world—"

"she's done whAT?!" daisuke brightened, nearly dropping the screw in his hand.

"did you even hear a thing i said?" swansea frowned, instinctively crouching down to cup his hand under where the bolt almost slipped.

daisuke nodded, "yeah, yeah, i know, but that is so cool! omg, can she hook me onto some agencies? does she know any? please, swan—!"

"slow down, kid..." swansea unintentionally chuckled, pulling the tool in daisuke's hand back to the pipe. he shook his head and actually smiled, albeit small. it nearly made daisuke even more happy than he was about the news.

"look, like she said, it's not all fun and games but it is possible to be successful. you've just got to be serious, like you should be..." he taps on the metal, "...here."

"okayyyy..." daisuke heaved, defeated by the present realities.

there was a beat of silence. swansea stretched his neck from shoulder to shoulder and spoke, "...but when we get back to earth, i'll try talking to her, 'kay? now, finish up; you've already been taking long as it is."

daisuke excitedly bobbed his head, saluted him, and returned to his task.

★ extras.

daisuke secretly holds 'runway shows' in his room, walking from one end to the other as he stuns his imaginary audience with all of his hawaiian tees.

no one knows this, but he often draws himself with his dream girl (aka you, heehee). there are so, so many pretty portraits of her. you can truly see the effort he's put in these with every graphite stroke and his smudged fingerprint dented into the paper.

brought so many rings and earrings on board, only to wear the same ones every day 💀.

he enjoys a lot of music genres but predominantly loves pop. i like to think that the game takes place in the retrofuturistic 1990s, so daisuke listens to a lot of sir mix-a-lot and backstreet boys. he probably plays 'livin' la vida loca' on repeat when he's cleaning up foam with swansea.

would not be surprised if he has played every pokemon game on his gameboy.

his sleeping quarters are near swansea's, so... you can imagine how quiet he needs to be when he "relieves" himself (which makes the nsfw section even more embarrassing for daisuke, lmfao).

nsfw.

when daisuke finally realized that he would be alone.. in a room... in a spaceship... for a year... with no parents there to barge in, he tried so fucking hard to hold back the devilish smile crawling up his mouth (think knee surgery grinch). oooof course, he was going to abuse the living shit out of this freedom.

as told by swansea, daisuke "only thinks with his downstairs longnose." so, it's safe to say that he frequently masturbates, to no one's surprise 💀.

however, he needs the physical visual of something to really get off. he can still cum without it. but, as much as daisuke enjoys his fantasies of paradise, it takes an excruciatingly long time, and it never feels as good when he orgasms.

(if mouthwashing took place in our year, he definitely gets super turned on by nsfw audios. stuff like 'F4M gentle mommy praises you' would absolutely be his go-to genre.)

so he brought a portable tv and vhs player, secretly stashing all his favorite porn mags and cassette tapes, along with some new ones he's been dying to watch. the majority are vanilla, with a few bordering on bdsm, a couple of threesomes (it didn't really matter to him if they were FFM or MMF), and solo girls touching themselves as they tell him to follow their instructions, but a lot of them had an overt femdom feel, save for a few.

he tends to jerk off really fast and struggles to pace himself in a way where he doesn't greedily let himself reach his high, so closing his eyes as he listens to porn helps him extend that to a little close to 20 minutes. otherwise, this guy is done in maybe under 4—7 if he's lucky.

(unsurprisingly, he once came in less than 30 seconds from just teasing his tip. he got so embarrassed that he hid himself under the covers, shoving his face into the pillow, for being so pathetically easy).

even then, he can go so many rounds. when there's nothing much to do on the ship, and everyone was too involved in their own business to pay attention to him, he's had a few times where he used 3 of his 5 resting hours just jerking off back-to-back.

no matter how he toys with his dick, he'd always end up an adorable whimpering mess. he was naturally sensitive; pools of pre-cum would easily drip out of his tip after a few strokes, and his thighs would involuntarily shudder with each pump. however, that meant his moans would become so unbelievably loud that his whines could carry through the thickest of walls—unsurprisingly, very in-character for daisuke.

so he's grown used to muffling his mouth moments before he cums. either his palm pressed over his panting parted lips, or he'd resort to smushing his face into his pillows whenever it overwhelmed every inch of his body.

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daisuke lay on his side. with one hand tucked under his cheek, gripping strands of his hair, and the other vigorously milking his cock from base to tip, his half-naked body trembled on his bed. the patterned covers sprawled away from the beaded sweat rolling off his inner thighs, and all that filled the air were daisuke's desperate, high-pitched gasps.

a rising heat inched within his abdomen, and his wrist spasmed as every jerk reached speeds unbeknownst to him. daisuke pathetically attempted to smother whatever incoherent mewls escaped his throat, biting down on the skin of his lightly chapped lips, but it was futile. he was starting to lose it.

so, he rolls. he rolls his face into his pillow and props his knees on the mattress, brandishing his ass in the air with his back arched towards the tulpar's metal ceiling.

hoping he's suppressed himself enough, daisuke began whimpering out loud, cushioning his cries as he touched himself as fast as his slippery penis would let him. a list of curses fled his lips as he tried visualizing someone hover over him, grabbing hold of his drenched dick, pinning his head further into the pillow, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

after a couple of twists of his tip, he finally spilled all over the bed, his drool following suit. his cock twitched upwards, lathering bits of his cum all over his stomach, and with one final huff, daisuke dropped himself onto the mattress, sighing into its warmth—too dazed to notice the subdued thumping of footsteps beyond his door.

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he hasn't gotten the opportunity to have sex yet, nor has he charmed anyone enough to get his dick sucked or touched, but he was very close to it!

once, at a party, daisuke got to make out with a girl from his last year in high school, but this guy would not stop talking after each kiss. all that came out of his mouth were the awkwardest of one-liners and rambles full of compliments. while he thought it was cute, the girl quickly got annoyed. after a few more heated swaps of spit, she left the closet they were in, and daisuke just stood there, embarrassed, stuffing his face in some random person's sweater.

though it was only one failed (but he likes to think it was successful) make-out sesh, he loves the act of it so much. the feeling of a girl pressing him up against the wall, no matter how tall or short she was, clutching onto his shirt as their tongues deepened. the thought of their crotches sliding against one another got him all hot and bothered.

but, admittedly, daisuke wished she stayed (not necessarily the same girl in particular) because he loved the idea of him yapping continuously about something as she touched him more and more, latching her teeth onto his neck as her fingers rubbed circles on his bulge. he'd falter, his words blending into an incoherent whimpery mush as she lifted up his shirt and made her way down his collarbone.

oh, how he fantasizes about receiving and giving hickeys. he'll abide by how his dream girl would want to be bitten down, but he wanted to be marked.

daisuke's always been super into teethy indentations on his stomach and darkened spots scattered all over his chest. so he's practiced on his forearm, watching his saliva coat his bite, imagining how prickly it'd feel on his neck. but what he loves most is its meaning, how it symbolizes that he belonged to a girl and she belonged to him. it always made him feel warm and gushy inside.

lowkey feel like he enjoys dry-humping objects. if he sees a soft enough edge with ridges all over or a pillow that's looking softer than it should, he's rutting his clothed dick against it. but because of that, he gets incredibly horny when he starts focusing a little too much on the corner of any table.

anya once had to snap him back into reality after he intently watched jimmy put his back against a particular part of the kitchen counter. daisuke's face flushed, remembering last night.

he had to take his time thrusting his wet bulge against it. standing on his tip-toes, swaying his hips like a seesaw, as he grips the bottom of the counter for stability, for he was losing it. the way his cum would build up was so different from jerking off. it felt like rushing water pushing against a dam, but it was slow, like waves on a shore inching closer to his feet. this would make him cry, and he'd constantly moan in hiccups, short bursts of suppressed whimpers because of how much effort this took. however, he makes sure his mess stays in his pants. so, when he does cum, it would only paint a large stroke over his boxers as his semen dripped all the way down to his knee.

daisuke brought a vibrator and fleshlight on board, which he bought using some of his earnings from the cars he fixed back on earth.

he fucks his fleshlight like a rabbit when topping, depriving himself from all thought as he picks up the pace. but when he's bottoming, he starts lifting his legs off the ground and spreads them in the air, sending his brain over the moon.

when he tried the vibrator for the first time, it's like he entered a whole new realm. he fantasizes being on his stomach, arching his back with his ass in the air, his dick dangling in between his thighs as a girl mercilessly presses a vibrator up against his parts—cumming a messy puddle into his sheets. even though he could still do it on his own, the thought of anyone on laundry duty questioning the large wet stain was too embarrassing to bear.

it's ironic, considering how much he's into risky semi-public quickies. when he gets so pent up in the middle of organizing tool boxes and listening to swansea's rants, he will excuse himself to go to the bathroom. swansea would just roll his eyes and go, "yeah, yeah. do whatever you want, kid. just don't take forever." whether or not swansea actually knew what he was really doing, daisuke will never know—and, frankly, he'd much rather not.

he'd play with himself, alone. running to the tools closet with his back against the door, hand shoved into his boxers, his slick coating his palm as he clutched his shirt, using it as a fabric muffle for his shakey moans, revealing his heaving chest and hardened nipples. his eyes squeeze shut as his eyebrows knit in ecstasy.

(when the crash happens and he's forced to sleep in the lounge, he often scurries away to empty areas around the tulpar when swansea is too drunk out of his mind to notice daisuke's random disappearances.)

while he's not exactly sure where his mommy thing came from (don't look into that too deeply), he really indulges himself in it. he likes to re-enact his sexual scenarios when he touches himself, saying his lines out loud as if the person he was imagining were with him. he'd whine for mommy to let him cum, and when he got real close, he'd call himself a good boy like it were a mantra.

do you guys think he might like being called 'puppy'? i think it's very likely. he reads as the type of person who thrives off praise and massively enjoys any petname a person could give him.

i think he fantasizes about a bunch of women using him instead of him using women, which is what horny guys his age probably think of more often. but no, daisuke finds it so fucking hot to be used like a toy by more than one person, not knowing what pleasure he'll feel next.

but he's unsure if he would actually like that to happen in real life. sure, it gets his gears going, but he knows he'd be good with his one and only (hypothetical and future) girlfriend doing whatever she wants to him.

[i'm not sure if anyone could tell, but i got pretty lazy towards the end 🫠 if there are any scenarios that you want me to expand into single one-shots then feel free to request! so far, i have two other reqs and 3 original works, so it might take a while, especially because i have irl things to work on. —iris🌠]

[hotchfiles]

hotch "representing the bau" hotchner x activist!reader who won't stand for bullshit

not like actual conflict cause we know hotch is a very principled guy

more like

"shit i can't shitpost about overthrowing the government anymore cause my boyfriend is the government" vibes

you have no idea how deeply i feel about this i've actually posted about this because i'm very much against all cops and he's a literal fed ! but

You met in the most conventional of ways, which makes the whole thing even funnier to the outside person. A bar. You noticed him the moment he walked in, too downright gorgeous to be ignored, you stare at him completely shamelessly and get a few shy awkward smiles in return while he sips on his first drink and talks to his companion, who you later learned was Rossi.

He will find it later on that you're not really up for games, but it takes him by surprise when you approach him, card in hand with your phone number and the red stain of your red lips on the other side. He's immediately smitten, being flirted with so openly at his age does wonders for his ego and he makes sure to text you as soon as he gets back to his apartment.

The texting back and forth goes for hours, a lot of flirting, you're much more outspoken than he is, but still you find him hilarious, you will be telling your friends he's the funny one between you two (none of them will believe you, but you like having this only to yourself as well).

You talk movies, plays, music, favorite drinks and by 2AM he asks you on a date. It’s perfect from the get go. He's flattering, compliments your choice of clothes, says he likes the lipstick (the same you used on the card he is keeping safe on his wallet), takes you to a nice restaurant.

You tell him since you made the very first move, he would have to be the one to kiss you, he argues he sent you the first text so you should be the one to do it, in the end none of you know who took the first move, you're just sure you were the one to unlock your apartment door, stumbling along with him as you two passionately kissed.

It's not common for this to happen for him, he's too much of a gentleman, sleeping with someone on the first date isn't the gentlemanly thing to do, you're not attached to those norms so even if he tried to argue, your lips glued to his neck as you worked on his belt took his mind off of it.

It's not until the next morning that he really notices your place: The types of books you had, some revolutionary art pieces and it's then he realizes he has no idea what you do for a living. Neither did he tell you he was a FBI agent. You two talked long hours and career wasn't even a topic (that may be why you caught his heart so fast).

You were a journalist, a writer, quite proficient and known for your progressive ideals and less than civil protests, so when you both realize the differences and the conflict it might bring, the first instinct was to pull away. Forget the whole thing. It was only one date after all.

It's a matter of days for the realization that being apart won't happen, your thoughts are filled with him and his voice and the way he touched you and Aaron can possibly detail every curve of your body and the way you smelled as if he was still in bed with you.

There's a mutual agreement of public discretion, you can't have your readers knowing you're falling for a fed, nor does the media needs any more reasons to write about the FBI.

His team knows though, and so does Strauss, she had to be warned of the possibility of your name popping up in some lists. She reads half of your writings after that, highlighting stuff you should not be writing about (you won't listen to her on it) and the compromise you make is to keep all of your opposition material completely professional, no tweets, no tiktoks, nothing of the sort with jokes about overthrowing the government.

"Did you... Did you just cite and use one of Stalin's books as a resource here?" He asks, he's in your bed, blue boxer shorts and white t-shirt on, completely comfortable with you already, his reading glasses sit on top of his nose like an old man and he furrows his brows, looking up at you. Aaron's interested in what you write, he truly reads whatever you hand him just to learn more about you, he's not the one to try to censure any of it.

"Well yeah... His writings are the easiest to comprehend on the topic." You shrug, not understanding the tone of his question at first.

"Honey... You can't just... Do you know how many... Forget it. Your editor will love it." His poor attempts to talk you down failing each time he looked over and saw your expectant eyes as his opinion is important to you. You smile at his defeat, taking the papers from his hand and throwing somewhere else in the room, his glasses go to the bedside table and soon you're kissing any of his worries away.

[a-confused-spoon]

I can't stop thinking about the fact that both Ximena and Caitlyn know Viktor.

I have no clue as to why it never crossed my mind before but yeah no shit they know him and yesterday I went asleep to the thought of what kind of relationship he may have had with both of them.

Like okay Viktor is an "ugh people" sort of introvert who keeps to himself and I don't believe he'd care for acquaintances who know nothing about science and such since Heimerdinger Sky Jayce and Singed are the only people we see him interact with in a meaningful way which makes me believe that it must've been them to come forward first: Ximena must know Viktor saved Jayce's life and Caitlyn is 100% aware he saved Jayce's work of a lifetime which failure nearly had both of them permanently separated meaning there's a good chance they both feel like they owe the man a lot for being able to have Jayce in their life after the trial.

I'm sure Ximena got to know him immediately after the events of season 1 episode 3. Someone pointed out Vitkor used his cane to block the door of the lab and it got broken when the explosion happened so Jayce either fixed it or made him another one but either way I can picture that himbo coming back home and being unable to stop talking about his new partner and what they achieved together. Mind you this has been a project of Jayce's and Jayce's alone for years until that very night so to hear that he now all of the sudden shares it with someone must've come out of nowhere and like every good mother who knows their kid I just know Ximena figured this Viktor guy her son kept blabbering about was about to become either her second child or her son in law. Nevertheless Jayce introduced them like the next day and as soon as she had the chance to take him to the side Ximena just let him know she ows him everything for saving her sons life and spirit. Being a kind and modest woman who likely respected his privacy and need for solitude at times I'm sure Viktor didnt mind her visits or her invites to drink tea or chatting with her on occasion as she also doesn't seem snobbish or prejudiced like most topsiders.

Meanwhile the idea of young Caitlyn knowing Viktor just absolutely cracks me up.

A sassy disabled man with a funny accent who came from the undercity with nothing but confidence in his own intelligence and made his way to become Piltover's founder's assistant to then risk it all to help her big brother achieve his dream and now is his lab partner, close friend and very obvious crush? That's the most interesting person Piltover has to offer and you bet your ass the outspoken teenage Caitlyn fucking Kiramman tried everything in her power to become his best friend as well in spite of all the controversy a zaunite sharing merit for such a big scientific breakthrough already had in the eyes of the city's most powerful people all of whom she's likely familiar with and Viktor was probably just terribly confused as to why the fuck would a councilors daughter be so interested in getting to know him. They bonded over their shared "take shit from no one" mentality though they have it for very different reasons and the reason he knew about this commonality of theirs is because as Jayce's patrons her parents wanted to organize a dinner to celebrate the start of the building of the hexgates and when Jayce asked about Viktor's invitation Cassandra awkwardly stated that they were his patrons alone and eager to meet the guy and shit talk about Jayce with him Caitlyn promptly clapped back reminding them how they wasted no time turning their backs on Jayce when he needed them after the trial (something I believe Caitlyn never forgave her parents for) and without Viktor there'd be nothing to celebrate; Jayce half jokingly told Viktor the story when he told him he was invited and I don't think he was necessarily looking forward meeting the girl but I know damn well that was the only reason Viktor accepted to step foot inside the Kiramman's property and Caitlyn specifically wanted to sit next to him so she could bury him with questions about growing up in the undercity and how he got into the academy etc. all out of place questions and perhaps a little invasive ones but he could tell she meant well and the absolute disregard for her family's station and how it may have made them look like must've been at least a little amusing. Pretty sure he'd also make sarcastic remarks to any rude comment he might have received and she would just giggle. I'm a firm believer in Viktor despising children but I think he thought Caitlyn was alright and whenever Jayce told him he was going to see her he'd always reply with "bring her my regards".

Perhaps he had a more stable and constant relationship to Ximena than he did with Caitlyn, but if he ever went to the hospital they both would bring bouquet of flowers and handwritten notes. They both would make sure Jayce would give him their "happy birthday" wishes whenever the time of the year came by. When Jayce was the only credited name for the hexgates they both (Caitlyn especially) voiced their disappointments alongside Jayce. They always came to see them both in competitions and every Progress Day ceremony they'd be looking for Viktor hoping he didn't close himself in the lab and when he wasn't they didn't hesitate to reach him and catch up granted he was in the mood to be sociable.

He wasn't particularly close to either of them but I like to think they both were a little bit of his family too from a distance and they both wrote his name right next to Jayce's on the piece of paper at the end of season 2.

[ludotpng]

quick fix headcanons for the soul pretty pretty please with all the cherries i can muster on top (i say holding out a tattered and torn bag and im covered in soot and dirt like a poor medieval boy)

Thank you for your ask ! my headcanons …. hmm… I'm very specific with how I perceive them personally but I love seeing art and writings that depict them in all sorts of ways ( 〃▽〃) !!

TW for sensitive content ↴ ⤳ RED medic x scout , Something I dubbed the ' cat mauled the rabbit ' dynamic -- a personal favourite , it's exactly what it sounds like ! Their relationship ( situationship ??? ) in short , relies on manipulation from Medic and denial from Scout . It's a sort of sick loop . I'd like to imagine their relationship began fairly innocently , like any other sort of budding friendship . Maybe they're a tad unconventional , you'd assume Scout's ego and endless chatter would be enough to make someone lose their mind , but that's not really the case here .. Medic tolerates his attitude and deep down appreciates someone as outspoken and amusing as him .

However , this appreciation slowly turns into fascination and due to his nature , he can't help but grow curious of Scout . This curiosity manifests in the form of a weird persistence when it comes to checking in on his health , because the more Scout spends inside of the lab or office , the more they spend time together . Medic fully uses this to his advantage and the visits gradually grow longer and longer under the guise that Medic cares for him . ( And maybe he does . but not as much as he lets on )

Their relationship evolves over time and as they grow closer , commence the endless surgeries and incisions . The doctor's curiosity is insatiable . He hides behind the facade of someone who cares for him when in reality , he wishes to pick him apart ruthlessly in an attempt to truly see what is inside . He wants to see what makes Scout ' Scout ' . And of course , Scout complies , because he revels in the endless care and attention given to him . But he just feels .. a little off . Maybe it's the needles , the scalpels ? I wonder what .. Even though Medic's emotion towards Scout isn't much more than a farce to get what he wants, He can't help but admire him . Whether it be his resolve or his physical body , he looks to the runner with a sort of twisted adoration . He aches to tear him apart , to see him bloodied and exposed . Only then , perhaps , will he be satisfied . - Apologies for my messy writing , I'm little nervous replying to this ask as I never really upload any of my ship thoughts online ,, but I hope this is alright .. ! They are very dear to me .. I love weird toxic mediscout / quick fix so much OTL

[sarnai4]

Opening Up

About opening up...Dagur kinda doesn't. (Spoilers ahead)

This is something I've seen some fans talk about where they say Dagur would reveal personal information easily. I see where they're coming from with this. Looking at Dagur, I'd expect that too. He's outspoken, emotional, unrestrained, etc. He seems like someone who could randomly say, "I had a good cry today," and it wouldn't be anything surprising. HOWEVER, that changes for me when I look at the proof from the show. If Dagur was half as open about things as this would imply, then we wouldn't be forced to speculate so much about his past and the things that have happened to him. In another case of me spending too much time studying Dragons (probably. Still worth it), I tried to collect all the examples of Dagur sharing information. They have something in common. Each time, there's a specific reason. I'll go in chronological order.

In "Enemy of My Enemy," Dagur tells Hiccup how revenge can make you do things you didn't think you were capable. This was an interesting moment of really getting to see how the villain we saw Dagur be wasn't who he always was. It even shocked him how extreme his actions became. This has the potential to be some heavy stuff, but he didn't just outright say it for fun. He said it because he saw Hiccup going down that same path. This isn't, "I can't believe the things I've done and really need someone to talk to." It's, "I see you following in my footsteps and they led me in a terrible direction. I don't want that for you."

It takes Dagur F.O.R.E.V.E.R. to admit he didn't kill Oswald. Even as a good guy, he doesn't say it easily. In "Family on the Edge," he implies that something Heather said out of the sent her adrift, killed their dad, and tried to kill them list wasn't true, but he doesn't just say it. He writes it in the letter, admitting that and how he was worried that the other Berserkers wouldn't follow him otherwise. If he wanted to do it for emotional release reasons, he could've just said the first time or even told her way back when he thought they were on the same side. Rather than that, he puts it in a letter so that her final relative won't be quite as bad as she thinks he is.

In "Searching for Oswald...And Chicken," Dagur has two moments. First, he tells Heather how he's spent most of his life in varying stages of existential crisis. (Just wow for that. Wish we had heard more about it because that is quite the emotional load he nonchalantly dropped) Again, this clearly isn't to get something off his chest because it's not even something he brings up again. He just tells her so that she'll have proof he knows what is meaningless, hopefully getting her to stop throwing herself in harm's way to find Oswald. Later, he tells Hiccup he keeps anger, frustration, and rage to himself. This also isn't to share so much as to prove he can keep secrets and deserves to be trusted with the location of Vanaheim.

Then, we have "In Plain Sight." There, we find out he used to get bullied. He waited until as much of the last moment as possible to tell Fishlegs and Snotlout this. They had already flown from the Edge to Berserker Island and were literally walking down to meet Ansson. So, I don't think it's him wanting to share sensitive information. It's him knowing they're about to be there with the bully and since Ansson doesn't care about playing nice, it's going to be obvious that he used to bully him. This is just softening the blow a little by telling them first. Didn't really help, though, since they still laughed at him being called "Dainty." (Not cool even though I get how weird it would be to hear someone call him that)

Unless I'm mistaken, that's everything. I don't think there's another time when Dagur reveals something personal. Each of these had some deeper purpose. This is why I don't believe Dagur would start speaking about his past traumas without a prompt. Now, I'll say I do enjoy having him talk about this in stories and I support other writers who do. I just believe it takes a little nudge. He's not going to sit down next to someone and talk about his time in jail. He has literally never spoken about his time in jail in the entire show except the first RTTE episode to say that he spent 3 years thinking about Hiccup. So, it actually leaves a lot of room to be creative with what his past even has first, then what situation would get him to spill the beans.

[desultory-novice]

Hi hi! I'm going to answer a couple of different video based asks all in one post because they all follow a similar theme~!

EDIT EDIT: I realized that no one could actually access the links because I took screenshots and added links to the video following each ask!

[VIDEO]

Oh yes! It was one of the first videos I watched when I decided to be brave and finally join the fandom! I remember really liking it, though I don't remember the video contents itself well...!

:cues up for a rewatch:

Heh! Heehee! It's still quite a lot of fun! Years later, I can notice clearly now that this video relies very strongly on what I understand is a controversial/outdated interpretation of Void lore based on the EN translation which is...well, it's the Star Allies English Translation... (As for the details of WHAT it got wrong, o~hhh, I'm not going to get into the Void stuff ~ You'll have to go to other Kirblrs for that! I'm too busy with fixating on my personal blorbos! XD ) However! The end bit about who Kirby is and what Kirby represents? That part of the video remains golden and is something I am 100% in agreement with!

Edit: I realize now you said "videos" and if they're the ones I'm thinking of, then I think I did watch the whole series back then and enjoyed it very much! Sorry for not giving my modern day thoughts on them individually. I didn't want to make you wait too long on this!

[VIDEO]

AH! I just saw this one a few months ago and YES! Yes yes yes! Ohhh, yessss! I agree! It's funny to watch this one back to back with Designing For's video about how the early games were kind of empty fluff compared to the lore-heavy Kumazaki era when Star Warper highlights one of my FAVORITE things that's been gone for so long!!

...I would be SO happy if they focused more on this kind of "natural" world building and character exploration. I suppose, if I have one criticism of Kumazaki, it's that he maybe TOO MUCH of a writer? It's okay to focus where he specializes in, and he's really good at it, but I hope that Star Allies "micro cutscenes" mean we might get them back in a new title, rather than a "last nod" to Kirby history...

This reminds me, I never did anything with this (got swept under by RL) but I came away from this video thinking that I would LOVE to make a series of cutscene animations for the games that don't have them! Just imagine what silly things Kirby or the rest of the characters are getting up to before handing the action back to you!

(Gosh... I don't think I have the experience necessary for this but... with all these collabs, I wonder if anyone would be interested in forming up a collab to make cutscenes for the games that don't have them? I don't know if there's that many animators in the fandom, maybe splash images would be enough? ...Interesting thought?)

But one last enthusiastic yes! As an outspoken fan of, "Show us the daily life of the people in Dream Land PLEASE" this video speaks to me. And I'm glad others feel this way!

[VIDEO]

I KNEW THIS WOULD BE THE CAKE SCENE! I LOVE THE CAKE SCENE! Honestly, I don't know anyone who doesn't just burst into kittens when faced with the cake scene...! It's so cute...! vvv

Speaking of the 25th Anniversary Concert, I have to share my other favorite moment and unfortunately I can't find the full video to refresh my memory (...pulled down for copyright, maybe?) but there was one silly moment when they asked Kirby how old he was, like HIM not the series, and he's like "...I'm 25! ^o^" and of course, it's silly and ridiculous and everyone laughed and for those fans who see Kirby as a very young child, it is just the picture of a child being silly and saying whatever but...as someone who always saw Kirby as growing up with me, I beamed a little with pride? XD

And I think that's the way it should be, maybe? The things Kirby says can be as interpretable as Kirby themselves! ...Reminds me of another quote from Kumazaki that he didn't want Kirby speaking (in Japanese) in the globally streamed 30th Anniversary concert as they did in the 25th because he wanted everyone across the globe to "understand Kirby equally." That if he talked in just one language, a limited number of people would understand him, and everyone should be able to see themselves in Kirby!

It was a very sweet gesture - even though I myself missed hearing Kirby talk in Japanese! Ahh well, at least I'm surrendering my bilingual priviledge card for a good reason! XD

[VIDEO]

OH! Ni~ce find, Anon!

I've seen the fan animation of the phone skit and one more but I was wondering where I might find the rest...! Thank you, video anon!

These are soo~ooo cute! And you're so right! Kawata-san's Kirby really is perfect! I say that feeling the same way about Oomoto-san's Kirby too though...! They're all perfect! This kind of voice (and short skit style) would be perfect for a series of official shorts imo! The kind of ones that occasionally get released on Twitter and the like. (Not that I don't already love the animations made by Courtesy!)

And ahhhh, it's so nice to hear Kirby speak full sentences too~ I really, really enjoy this interpretation of Kirby! I can't believe it's from as far back as 1994! Amazing! Truly amazing!

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Thank you, anon(s) for the fun video links! And I hope everyone has fun watching them too if you're not familiar with everything listed here! If you ask me, everything here is worth a listen!

[thehusbandoden]

Lonesome Nights -Soft!Dabi x Reader

I'm still very new to this, so please bear with me! Umm this is an old drabble of mine, so I can't guarantee the quality. Enjoy!

Kinda angsty in the beginning.. more like a comfort fic than anything.

(I have zero idea if I did Dabi right at all.)

You love your secret husband. You completely, and utterly do. And that's probably why you're hurting so much right now.

When you insisted your relationship couldn't progress into anything intimate until marriage Dabi grudgingly agreed after a few weeks of arguments. You both loved each other deeply, and after five years of secretly dating you both wanted something more. But, you wanted marriage, and Dabi didn't want to put you in anymore danger. Finally, after five weeks of arguing, hurt feelings, and lonely nights Dabi agreed to the marriage. And so you both eloped after a month of recovering. And now here you were, seven months later.

Lonely and depressed while crying to a picture of your cold husband. You know he loves you, you do. But that doesn't sooth your aching heart when he ignores your texts and calls for weeks on end. You knew he wasn't cheating, Dabi was too broken, loyal, and outspoken to hurt the one person who truly wanted and loved him.

He had villain work to do, and to protect you he would leave one night and not come back for weeks, not even notifying you on occasion. Since after your marriage this has been the longest he's been gone, and be didn't even tell you this time. It hurt, you'd gotten so used to having your husband with you it physically hurt to have him away. You needed him, his warmth, his gentle touch, his raspy yet gentle voice, his sweet kisses, honestly, you missed every little thing about him.

You tried to contact him, but he always turned off his phone on missions. For both of your safety. He couldn't get distracted, and the league couldn't know about you. No one could. You sobbed as you stroked your phone, a picture of one of Dabi's rare smiles. "I miss you so much... Just come home my Love.". You cried, snuggling closer to the body pillow you found in your closet a few months after dating.

Dabi never mentioned anything but it was obvious he got it for you. It did have a large print of him on both sides after all. When Dabi leaves or you get in a fight you'll spray Dabi's cologne onto it and snuggle into it, it was your comfort. You laid there for hours, finally falling asleep around midnight, your tears staining your face.

Dabi walked into his apartment, successfuly hiding his excitement to finally be home. He's been gone for five weeks, and he couldn't wait to slip into the arms of his lovely (Y/n). He's missed his love so much. He's gotten used to your loving words, endless warmth, sweet smell, soothing voice, and endless love. You're perfect, and no matter how hard it was, he's so, so happy he married you. And eventually, when that man's dealt with.. maybe he could settle down for you.. just maybe.

After softly closing the door Dabi took off his coat and boots, throwing them on the floor per usual. He didn't really want to deal with the pain of putting them away after a long mission, and it made you happy to see them on the floor. It helped assure you that he was home and safe. Dabi strolled towards your shared bedroom before softly opening the door. Strolling towards your side of the bed, he smiled as he saw you cuddled into his pillows instead of your own. Smiling wider he studied your sleeping form clinging to the body pillow of himself.

As he got to his side of the bed he crouched down to study your face. Moving a strand of your hair behind your ear he stooped down to kiss your forehead, and then he saw it. The red tear stains that littered your cheeks.

Now, even though Dabi could be a bit.. oblivious, doesn't mean he didn't know that you've been crying. Boiling anger shook Dabi, he knew you better than he knew himself. Unless you were extremely hormonal -which happens rarely- you didn't cry for something silly. So something horrible must have happened to you! Were you being bullied again? If so they would die tonight.

Quietly cursing, Dabi pulled out his personal phone and turned it on for the first time in five weeks. Unlocking it, he pulled up your texts. Whenever you were struggling and he wasn't there to talk in person you would text him. And Dabi was right. In all there were 163 text messages and 42 missed calls.

Guilt filled Dabi as he read text after text. You had missed him. That must have been why you were crying! Stepping out into the living room Dabi listened to every voice mail you left him, saving all of them. After calming himself down -and convincing himself that burning into his already burnt skin would just hurt you more- Dabi walked back into your bedroom. Climbing into bed behind you, Dabi snuggled as close to you as possible, praying that you would let go of that darned body pillow and hold him instead.

Blinking your eyes open you frowned. Remembering your dismay last night, it was understandable you would have a dream of Dabi coming home. Sighing, you shifted your position, digging your face into Dabi's pillows for comfort. You usually spray Dabi's cologne onto them before bed so you would have a faint hint of his smell. But, it's been hours.. so why is the smell so fresh? Shaking your head you convinced yourself to get up.

Walking out to the hallway you stopped at the darkness. You always kept the blinds open when Dabi wasn't home so you could enjoy the sunlight.

Since Dabi was a wanted criminal, he always kept the blinds closed. Walking into the living room you baffled at the familiar unlocked door and Dabi's discarded boots and jacket. That must mean...

"Good morning Mouse." a familiar voice whispered in your ear as strong, warm arms encircled your waist. "D-Dabi?" you ask, voice cracking with emotion.

"Baby.. have you really missed me that much?" Dabi asked, his voice thick with guilt. "It's just... I've gotten so used to you being with me all day.. and I didn't even have time to prepare.." you whisper, tears glistening your already red eyes.

"(Y/n)... Baby. You know that I have to work." "I- I know... But could I maybe get a warning next time? It hurts to wake up to you gone.."

Dabi smiled painfully, his eyes full of distress. "Okay. I will. I'm so sorry Dollface..." Dabi turned you around so you were facing him, pressing you impossibly closer.

"I love you.." you whisper, kissing Dabi's jaw. "And I you." Dabi whispered back, pressing a returning kiss on your head, lingering for a while.

Masterlist

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[ask-hws-uzbekistan]

Who are your siblings and what is your relationship with them?

You could say I'm the literal middle child of my family, given that I share a border with all my siblings. So in a sense...I'm the center of Central Asia!

Kazakhstan is my younger brother! He's known for his nomadic history years back, falconry, and for being the space hub of the now dissolved Soviet Union.

Yuri Gagarin, the first man to ever go to outer space, was launched in Baikonur, Kazakhstan. A little after his independence, Kazakhstan created his own space program, and enjoys keeping up to date with the latest news on space exploration and astronomy(NOT astrology), and won't hesitate to tell you about it. Please listen to him, his eyes light up like stars when he speaks.

Linguistically, he's the closest to Kyrgyzstan and then me. Though due to sharing a border with Russia, he's lost a lot of his language and tends to use more Russian loanwords.

He's great at horseback riding, given his nomadic history from years back. He, like Kyrgyzstan, loves fermented mare's milk, called kumis! And he also loves eating horse meat. Don't knock it till you try it!

He's the "face" of Central Asia, and has been insistent on us Central Asians working together as a team under regional unity(ironic since he declared independence from me way back when I was the Bukharan Khanate...).

Since borders have never really been concrete in Central Asia(not until the Russians came, that is...), there's a significant ethnic Uzbek population in the south of Kazakhstan, namely in places like Turkestan and Shymkent.

He's also been the most modernized Central Asian nation, and talks to Russia the most, whether he likes it or not(he doesn't). Regardless, I really do admire him for being the "trailblazer" representing the rest of us Central Asians.

However, bearing the brunt of all this comes with its drawbacks. I better get him to stop smoking at some point...

Also. Don't ever talk about B*rat in front of him. America made the mistake of doing that once.

Then we have my older brother Kyrgyzstan. He's... a handful. We've had a history of border disputes that only recently resolved, involving our diasporas in each other's regions. There's a large population of Kyrgyz-Uzbeks in Uzbekistan, and a population of Uzbek-Kyrgyz in Kyrgyzstan.

He's dependent on me for fuel and gas...so my old boss used to turn off pipelines or put off delivery time periods as a way of getting what he wanted.

But we have our moments where we get along now and again. We both worked together in the Basmachi Revolt of 1917 to fight against Imperial Russia. However, it failed when the Russians tried to increase nationalism in each of our regions to split us up... what with calling Uzbeks more "civilized" and "sedentary" than the "nomadic" Kyrgyz.

The both of us are also rather religious and sometimes nag our other siblings(Kazakhstan i mean Kazakhstan) into cutting down their vodka intake(Kyrgyzstan can't resist kumis though...it's his soft spot. What a hypocrite). We also jump Kazakhstan every time he uses a Russian loanword when he could've used a native word.

There have been moments where I was in control of some parts of his territory under the Emirate of Kokand...until he successfully broke away from my rule. Hmph.

I do admire how Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan both are very outspoken and are able to protest at all...something I don't have.

He, like Kazakhstan, also enjoys horseback riding, and is good with blacksmithing. And he enjoys eavesdropping on Tajikistan and my gossip... he tries to play it off like he doesn't care, but I don't buy it.

My sister Tajikistan is a very bubbly person. We're both very much alike. A lot of Tajiks look like Uzbeks, and vice versa! There's also a lot of Uzbeks and Tajiks living across our borders. However, as border sharers do, Tajikistan had tension with me and Kyrgyzstan for a while, especially during my former boss's tenure...

That weird sproingle on her hair is a result of years of Persian influence, what with sharing a border with Iran. That's why she's kind of the odd one out. She speaks Persian instead of a Turkic language like the rest of us, but her script is in Cyrillic because of Russian colonization, so she kind of sticks out among Iran and Afghanistan.

And like with Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan, I also controlled parts of Tajikistan under the Bukharan Khanate...

(Can you stop flexing with your whole "I ruled over all of you guys" thing? It's super annoying. Thanks ❤️ -T)

Tajikistan, stop hijacking my blog!

Anyway, when she's not gossiping with Turkmenistan and I, she loves decorating the sleeves of her dresses with elaborate embroidery and blasting Persian songs on full volume.

Finally, my other sister Turkmenistan! A lot of people don't know much about her and she definitely does tend to keep to herself more. She's most famous for...how weird her bosses can be. She gets awful tired of her boss sometimes. She had to record a video of him rapping once! Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan can't get enough of it, they've made up games and bets on what Turkmenistan's boss will make her do next...

Ashgabat is really pretty...it just seems a bit lonely at times. Speaking of pretty, Turkmenistan has a long history of ornate headwear and jewelry. She knows a lot about jewelry, especially silver, and we'll talk about our pretty pieces sometimes! I know I can count on her to find something for me to wear on weddings and other special occasions.

Linguistically, she's closest to Turkey and Azerbaijan. A lot of her people go to Turkey to study at Turkish universities, and for travel. Turkey's trying to get her to join the Organization of Turkic States as a member instead of an observer state. It's still up in the air on what she'll do...

Those are all my siblings! I hope this helped!

[girlfromthecrypt]

I finally got to read the update!! Don't mind me rambling a bit about everything I loved about it...

I really enjoyed the beginning of this chapter.  Being playful with Basil in the van is super cute. It was interesting to see Reem and Basil not getting along a little bit, it makes me intrigued about if there will be any cracks in our little friend group's foundation that might start to show. And if so what that might mean when things start going bad.

Also, Anita is adorable!! It had me giggling when she called everyone attractive--I loved getting to tease her about it afterwards. I chose to room with her and the siblings--though the thought of Basil sleeping alone makes me nervous for the future...

Definitely Looking at Anita's comment about how your sanity starts slipping when you go without sleep. I'm SO eager to reach the horror. Though the slightly slower, cheerful beginning is so great. I love getting to know everyone and seeing them happy and bonding, knowing that there's horror on the horizon...

Javier talking about his mom marrying his dad straight up made me snort laugh. I work with kids and they truly do say the most out of pocket things. It's very true to life. And ooooh, Basil and Gabriel just...staring at the woods got me so hyped. Reading that scene gave me a proper thrill, that little 'heart-pounding-faster' feeling that makes me love horror so so much.

Hell yes at getting to tell the kids a scary story!! I remember being a kid and hearing classics like Don't Turn on the Light and being scared out of my socks. It's sooo fun to be able to play at passing that on to a whole new generation!! I'm 100% in to romance Basil, but this update makes me want to do a run where I romance Anita. She's so so cute. And the siblings both are great in their own ways... I'm sensing that I'll end up doing runs for each of the ROs, you've made such fun and sweet characters!

Aaah that ending!!!! Genuinely terrifying, and made me so anxious about the kids!! I KNOW my MC is going to be hard-pressed to keep them all safe. I can't wait to see what comes next!! I love how you write characters, they're all so likable and distinct!! This was such a good update, it makes me really eager for more.

HI (omg it's that cool person) HIIII <3

Thank you so much for this. I'll have you know I reread this ask like three times and I'm probably gonna read it all over again tomorrow bc it gives me life. I can't express how happy I am that you cared to write such a long ask bc of my IF if all things. Thank you, it made my day.

Basil and Anita's on-the-road scenes in the van were my favorite to write!! And yes, there's certainly a bit of tension in the group. MCs with high sociability or perception will be able to pick up on this, also on George's fondness for a certain colleague--- but don't worry, no one's at each other's throats. Yet.

And yay, some Anita appreciation!! Cut her some slack, she's not used to being around hot people and between a possibly cute MC and the FUCKING MALAKS of all people... yeah. It's not easy for her.

Ok so you know that you can also sleep in the van with Basil if your relationship stat/his approval of you is strong enough? I hope that was clear from the dialogue options and you just chose the cabin despite of it, bc if not, I might have to rewrite the choice. Furthermore, while I can see why you'd be worried for him, I'd be more concerned for an MC who chooses to sleep alone ;) [yes, this is me hinting at a future horror scenario possibly unique to that route].

Ah yes, Javier, my son <3 lol. Nahhh I don't favor any of the campers. Though, if I had to pick which one I liked to write the most, it'd probably be him.

Now I feel bad haha. Ok but srsly, kids can be VERY outspoken, and Javier especially has noooo social filter. You might notice that some of the campers' traits specifically correspond to some of the ROs' characteristics... Looking at Gabriel and Basil here.

Both campfire stories are also really close to my own heart, so I jumped at the chance to include them. As for the ROs, I do hope you'll do a run for each of them! I'm trying quite hard to make it difficult to choose between them ;)

I love that the ending hit the way it was supposed to. If you want to know what's up next, I have one word for you: confusion. Lots of confusion.

See, I need to give this story a slow, slice-of-life start, bc purely from a narrative standpoint, it wouldn't make sense for the horror to come out guns blazing. That's why the MC will at first be the only one to experience the horrors and for the horrors to (seemingly) originate from one of the kids, bc if it was more dramatic and the threat was to come from an exterior source, everyone would just pack up and flee and then the story would be over. That's what I figure.

Anyhow, I'm so glad I still got you hooked with this project. Thanks so much for this super long message.

[bokettochild]

so I noticed that you seem to have never mentioned anything about what the bad guys do in your Opera House au so I thought maybe they are just critics that have big vendettas against the chain and are always looking for things to pick on when they go to their shows? Idk random thoughts you can ignore this if you like *yeets self out of window*

-Window anon

Hmmmm...

I'm going to say that Ganon at least is a business tycoon of a rival company to Flora's father, and while, on one hand, he is actively trying to topple their company for his own gain, there is also the fact that his little sister Riju is constantly undermining him? And he can't even confront her about it because she inevitably manages to distract him with something else (like talking about boys, he is a VERY protective older brother, no you are NOT dating another loser Hylian boy, young lady!). I would't say he's evil, I just think he's rich and has power and doesn't always use it to benefit the people who need it, so it's more that the media hates his guts.

Hmmmm.....basically, if you know anything about American Politics, he's a slightly less horrible version of Trump. Like, if Trump knew that respecting women was possible and good for your health. So yeah, the entirety of the young generation makes so many memes about this guy, and he kinda deserves it.

As for the rest!

Veran and Onyx are Ganon's trusted business partners overseas. They're technically under his mothers' supervision, but they also answer to him. They're not evil, even if they have made it their personal mission between the three of them to get the notorious street artist Sheik and his(her?) little sidekick arrested, mainly just because Sheik keeps leaving street art on their buildings specifically.(Lullaby and Ganon have beef. It's not even big beef, they're just both petty.)

Onyx and Veran also have beef with Legend, not for any good reason even, they just do. He's purposefully annoying whenever he and Lullaby have to be around the three of them, and Ganon genuinely will call off a meeting if he sees Lullaby's pet brat waiting for her.

Then we have Vaati. Vaati is....well, to put it short (pfft), Four's rival. Four is the Mr. Fix-It at the opera but he also dabbles and creates in his own time. Vaati and he met at an expo where Vaati's mentor, Ezlo, took a shine to Four and thus sparked jealousy from his then-student. They're never violent, just extremely aggressively trying to one up each other all the time.

That said, Vaati's actually pretty chill to anyone who's not Four! Although he does tend to flirt with Dot whenever he sees her. His little brother is the opposite: edgy and grouchy to everyone OTHER than Four, although whether that started as a way to piss off his big brother or because he genuinely enjoyed Four's company is yet to be determined. Vaati hates it though, so, either way, mission success!

Zant is just a online troll who likes bashing successful people and tends to target the opera mostly to spite Midna, because he knows her ex and her bestie both work there. The crew actually love reading his posts online though and enjoy laughing at him. He's basically harmless, and while Midna hates it, Twilight loves reading how Zant is going to bash him on any given day.

Yuga is a really shitty art professor at Hilda's art school who likes trying to manipulate her and who Legend and Ravio kinda think is hitting on her. They hate him, she just thinks he's "strange but talented". His art is very unique though, they can't deny it. Ledge signed up to take his class just to keep an eye on him, so Yuga kinda hates his guts now, but also he can't fail him, because Ledge is actually good, so he kinda hates his guts instead and tries to make life difficult for him instead.

As for Cia? She's a fangirl. She's one of the more loud and outspoken fans that Warriors has, and slightly insane? They think? He had to take out a restraining order on her, and she violates it routinely. They don't know what, precisely, was the final straw to make him file for the order, but there is a history of drama there that only newbies don't know not to ask about.

I will say that Octavio is a musician who goes out of his way to point out every flaw or fault the opera has. He could be a critic? Maybe? He's a well regarded musician at any rate and has made his opinions very public. He doesn't damage their reputation a lot, but sometimes he gets on the team's nerves.

Malludus is the ghost that Spirit says is haunting the mechanic shop. He has no proof, he's never seen it, but he swears that it's the reason stuff is always a mess there. Wind's one of the only people who believes him, but he also believes Ravio about the ghosts that the Lorulian says haunt the opera, so....

As for Ghirahim? I'm not sure..... I'm wracking my brain, but I got nothing. Suggestions.

[rikas-things]

Diabolik Alcoholik part 4

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Reiji smiled again as he placed his hands on his hips, though it was far closer to a sneer than an honest smile.

"But of course! What, were you not expecting to meet Ayato so soon? Perhaps your guilty conscience has plagued you?"

Her brows furrowed.

"He attacked me first!" She defended, "It was self-defense!"

"That's not at all how it appeared to me," he dropped his smile as he spoke, his voice dry and laced with suspicion.

"I have no reason to-" he held a hand up before she could continue.

"Whether it was or wasn't is of little consequence. The fact of the matter is that you've made an enemy. If you wish to remain in good cheer I suggest you take heed of this: 'to follow your heart is to lose your mind.'"

"What does that mean?"

"Think of it as a warning to keep your wits about you. You seem like the outspoken type, and I'm advising against that. That hotheadedness will not do you good in the long run."

She thought his words over for a moment, not quite sure what the advice he gave had to do with the saying he used but she was willing to try if it meant facing "Ayato's" ire as little as possible.

She grew a determined look in her eyes; she had no idea what kind of family this was or why they invited her into their mansion but maybe she could make this work-who knows?

She could probably make a new friend and become a big sister to some of the little ones!

Whatever they were like, she hoped they'd be nicer to her than Ayato.

"I'm ready. Where can I meet them?"

Reiji put his fingers to his chin as he fell deep in thought.

"Hmm...it seems a few of them have already gathered in the living room."

She eyed him over, wondering to herself how he could tell where they were since she couldn't see a Bluetooth device on his person.

"My brothers are an eccentric bunch, but aside from Ayato, they're mild-mannered."

This time she was completely silent, mulling over one singular word.

"Brothers."

To the mind of someone as boy-crazed as Yui, you might as well be telling her you're giving her a million dollars.

While Ayato was awful she couldn't deny he was quite attractive, and, as she gave Reiji a good look, he was also quite handsome in his own right too.

Messy yet fantastic hair, gorgeously soulful eyes, a strong, chiseled jawline...

If his brothers were anything close to what she witnessed here, she knew she'd have the time of her life.

She ran full speed ahead toward the end of the hallway, hearts in her eyes and arms open wide to accept any beautiful men that were waiting for her-when an ice-cold glass of reality splashed her face.

It came in the form of Ayato Sakamaki, who was wide awake and sporting two large knots on his head and a very unsavory frown.

"This sucks...my head friggin' hurts!" He muttered to himself as he sulked in his chair, his hair and school clothes as disheveled as ever.

As soon as he turned his head, Yui dashed behind the wall and stuck herself against the wall in an attempt to blend in, mortified.

This is bad, this is so bad! She thought to herself. I can't be alone with this guy!

"Hey," a low voice came from her shoulder, which set her alarm off.

Yui turned and nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned to the source of the voice.

"I could smell you from my seat, you idiot!" Ayato roared.

He then sneered at her.

"I got two head injuries 'cause of you! So prepare yourself! I'll show the meaning of the word Hell!" On the last note he showed her a dark grin.

She smiled as she sweated profusely, barely hiding her fear.

How do I get out of this??

"Ahem," another voice rang through the hall.

Reiji appeared with a bitter grin on his face.

"As much as I'd love for you two to finish your chit-chat, it's time for you to make your way to the living room."

As Ayato ranted about Reiji taking too long, Yui let out a long, loud sigh of relief.

A little too loud, as Ayato caught wind of it and turned his attention to her, leading no end of threats and jabs at her expense.

Having heard enough, Reiji intervened as he adjusted his glasses.

"Enough of this, hurry up for the meeting, you two!"

[bisexualnamjoonie]

I'm sorry I need to get it out of my system but I feel like I'm the only one thinking the MV was fun but the whole song was boring. I LOVE JK but the whole concept was... meh. And the worst part is that my friends truly think it's because "oh, Theo, you hate when something is not queer coded" lol but it's not even that. It's just that I don't think the whole thing is... good? And it's terrible to be an Army sometimes because I feel like I can't give a honest opinion about it.

don't apologise op! you have a right to your opinions and my ask box is always open when you need to voice them 💞

i totally agree with you, the MV was fun - even though the whole concept is honestly fucked up and the only reason nobody talks about how jk is actually being a stalker is because, let's face it, it's jk and no criticisms can be made when it comes to him - but the song is just. yeah. it lacks intent, it lacks passion, it's a generic pop song written by straight white men for the most part that i just. can't relate with.

the main problem, i think, is when you like BTS first and foremost for the depth of their music, for the musical indentity they built, you simply cannot get behind most of jks solos cause, as i said before, they're not made to be good pop songs but to be products to be sold, music that will trend on tik tok and do well on the radio. hybe honestly works mainly on jks popularity, which has nothing to do with the quality of his music, cause they're desperate for those #1 songs.

in the end, jk has no musical identity. of the few solos we have of him only a few were written with or by him (and those are his best ones!), or with an intent behind them, the idea that they'd be made to be performed by that boy (basically the solos RM wrote for him). the rest are just. yeah. unmemorable (i am not sorry to say that dreamer is frankly not a good song and did not deserve the hype it got. which was short lived btw and only existed bc it was jk performing it lmao).

RM has been outspoken about BTS losing their musical identity to the pressure of being popular in the US since dynamite. those eras and songs largely favoured vocal line, especially maknae line, for reasons that had nothing to do with their musical talent.

I would have loved to discover jk as an artist. I love good pop music, so that's not the problem here. this song is just not it. he's staying in his role of performer, and hybe is just milking his popularity so they can make the most money out of it while armys that pretend to be ot7 give him more support for an average song than they ever showed for hobi or RM when their albums came out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[bedknees]

I see ur kind of back in the eene fandom. Favorite and least favorite headcanons about the Ed's if your feeling up to it?

Lol hi. And yeah I'm here. Arcane has had such a relentless chokehold on my brain for the past year and a half and it's finally loosening it's grip (inb4 inevitable Season 2 promo shit lmao).

HCs for the Eds? Let's goooo-

HCs I like:

Ed

-I like the HC he has ADHD. It fits him well and has direct canon evidence. As an ADHDer, he fits a lot of the basic stereotypes.

-The kinda popular fandom idea that he will be involved in the filming or general crew of B-tier horror movies when he's an adult. Career path is honestly among the most likely. Can also dig him being an Art Bell-esque radio or podcast host of weird conspiracy stuff.

-Love when he's paired with May. I feel that they'd be the only Ed/Kanker combo that'd work imho.

-Even though he's a fun loving character at heart, I like the idea that we see more of that serious and angry side he showed in Little Ed Blue and BPS. Like as he gets older and more seasoned he learns to stand up for himself more. Not his default at all, but learns to put up with less shit.

-I don't see him caring much about gender or sexuality. I don't ever see him labeling himself or thinking much about it, but I also don't see him as fully straight or cis.

-Can see him really being into Astrology and star charts. He probably has an Ancient Aliens phase 😆

Edd

-Like to think he starts taking college classes in his Junior or Senior year of high-school. Probably gets offers from Ivy-League schools, picking not the one he wants to go to the most, but the one that leaves him closest to home.

-I think it was @eddbedandeddy that came up with the idea that he has trichotillomania, where one pulls out clumps of hair as a very maladaptive nervous habit. Love this and I fully support the HC that it's why he wears his hat.

-Dig the idea he goes on to become a doctor of some sort.

-Is a really bad cook. Underseasons and overcooks a LOT. Usually keeps it to cup noodles, sandwiches, or takeout if the responsibility falls on him.

-Definitely has big bi or pan energy.

-Though he can't cook, Edd is very good with gardening and plants in general. Super good at keeping them healthy and cultivating them.

-Mellows out a bit when he gets older. Still a tad neurotic but not a full blown nervous wreck.

Eddy

(So warning: Eddy is my favoritest, most special little guy(TM) so there is a little bias for how many HCs I have for him compared to the others. Sorry lol.)

-It's funny when you think about it, because in terms of Eddy's personality after BPS it's actually pretty nebulous to nail down. Despite being one of the brashest, most outspoken characters he's actually the most mysterious when it comes down to who he truly is. He hid behind a facade for the majority of the show's runtime, after all, so what he truly is like underneath that leaves a lot up to the imagination.

-HOWEVER, I HC Eddy returning to his Season 1 and early Season 2 personality after BPS, with a decent amount of self reflection and maturity tacked on. I think how he acted in Season 1 is the closest to who he really is at the core. A good example of how I see Eddy (as a teenager, at least), is that he would share a lot of traits with Amethyst from Steven Universe, I guess? Closest example I can think of, tbh.

-He's closeted gay kid. Home of sexual. 👬🏳️‍🌈🌈 I used to see him as a bi, but rewatches changed my mind a lot. (Part of it is that he's always been my favorite and I was projecting tbh.) It takes him till his mid-to-late teens to start to accept it.

-Excellent cook. His mom's side is 100% Italian in my personal HC and she and her side bestowed a ton of culinary knowledge on him from old family recipes etc.

-Piggybacking off this, I see Eddy being a line cook for quite a while if not as his staple career. I can also see him doing car sales and bartending and even working at a deli. Bounces around jobs a lot, but always is employed in some way or the other.

-He loves baking and is very good at it. Don't give him shit about it or he will cry in private.

-Eddy is ADHD like Ed, but on the more impulsive and moody side of the large spectrum ADHD consists of. He also is bipolar af.

-Is heavily into music in general, especially as he gets older. He also has a penchant for musicals and Broadway, but he WILL get defensive if you tease him for it. But yeah, music is his biggest hobby and interest by far.

HCs I don't like:

Ed

-That he's too stupid to live. Leave him alone, he's dim but functional.

-The idea he can't function independently from Edd and Eddy. He absolutely can and is his own person!

-When fanfics or works in general make Eddy and Edd act like parents to him. He's their equal 👏

-Anytime he's explicitly third-wheeled when Edd and Eddy are paired. You absolutely can write the former two paired up without excluding him.

Edd

-When the fandom makes him an uwu softboy. Stfu. He's a little asshole with a smart mouth and a truckload of sass. Erasing that makes him so BORING 😴

-The HC that he will 'outgrow' Eddy and Ed and move on from them. He's right where he belongs and they complete each other. Stop.

Eddy

-Where do I begin? Firstly, him acting the same exact way as he does in the show after what happened in BPS. The entire movie was explicitly about Eddy becoming a better person and learning his lesson. At least show some growth.

-Him becoming an even more ruthless and corrupt scammer as an adult. Paired with the above point, but still.

-Any HCs that he's heterosexual 🤢

-MAKING HIM TALL.

-Fanart that makes him skinny.

I could go on but those are the main ones. Ty anon!

[smolwritingchick]

Forced To Believe Chapter 43- Sister Abigail

Chapter Summary: Morgan begins to start getting headaches which doesn't look like a coincidence as The Wyatts begin to get in The Shield's way

Words: 4,000+

Author's Note: It's still an Ambrose x OC storyyyy. Sister Abigail's lines will be in bold. Just trust to process :) I changed some things up a bit.

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"Morgan, I've yearned for you since day one but Dean took the opportunity to sweep you off your feet before I could get the chance. It sucks that I only chose now to do something about it but I can't help myself,"

"Roman..."

"Morgan, I want you. What guy wouldn't?" he asked. "Don't hate me..."

"Why would I hate you?" 

"Because I need to get something off my chest that I've been wanting to do for a long time now."

Before she had a chance to respond, he began to lean in and she realized he was going in for a kiss. She was so angry at Ambrose that she didn't even care anymore and allowed him as she felt his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer as his hands grabbed onto her hips, continuing to kiss passionately. Before she knew it, she was lifted up against the wall with him holding her securely as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He then moved to take a seat as she straddled him.

This was a little dangerous.

OK really dangerous but when they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, she felt something.

"I know you're with Ambrose...but just allow me to be a little selfish right now," he said as he felt her place her hands on his chest.

Once he said Dean's name, the negative thoughts came back and she got off of him to recollect herself. 

"Right now, I can't even think about relationships at the moment. Especially with what just happened with Dean and Rosa," she said with a frown.

"Ambrose and Rosa...? What happened?" he asked, raising a brow.

Morgan scoffed and crossed her arms. "He had Rosa on his lap with his tongue down her throat."

"What?" 

"I saw them and the kiss didn't look like it was a first one..."

"This is not okay."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

"No, it's not fine, Morgan. That's not fine at all. You need to talk to him,"

"Oh, I will. He's about to say goodbye to the Outspoken Diva. I'm breaking up with his ass very soon. Screw him. But tonight I am just not in the headspace to face him. I am just really stressed out at the moment and overwhelmed with everything that just happened,"

Roman took a good look at her. "I know you may want your space but if you need a friend, I'm here. And if you need a stress reliever, I can be that for you,"

The way he said stress reliever sounded more sensual as she met his gaze. 

"Roman...I like you. A lot. You're tempting. I just don't want to play with your feelings or anything. That's not right. I know how you feel about me but I don't think I can be with anyone right now. Especially since I still have love for Dean even though I'm mad as hell and ready to call it quits with him,"

"I know...but one night is all I ask. To get it all out of my system and to take your mind off of things. You can take all your frustrations out on me. I can handle it, don't worry."

She looked at him, contemplating her options. Maybe...maybe one night wouldn't hurt. 

"Room 512," she announced.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"I need you to use your words, Morgan. Are you sure?" 

"Yes. I'm sure,"

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'Raw, WWE Exclusive Video'

Morgan's appearance looked a little different as she had black eyeliner around her eyes, taking more of a dark appearance than what she normally looked.

She tied her black boots and looked at herself in the mirror to see a white piece of paper on it. She grabbed it to examine it.

'You're blooming my rose...unleashing...you're almost ready for us...soon.'

Morgan couldn't help but feel a headache coming as she decided to ignore the Wyatt Family's message.

Later, Rosa was getting her makeup done and caught Morgan walking by. She immediately got out of her chair and caught up with The Outspoken Diva to annoy her.

"Morgan!" Rosa grinned

She rolled her eyes and turned to face her. "...What...?"

"How are you doing?"

"You got a lot of nerve to come up to my face like this,"

"Why are you getting so worked up? Are you upset because you're the cause of The Shield having problems? Dean is mad at you...The Shield are having major problems because of you. You're going to be the cause of their downfall."

"No. You keep instigating and I'm tired of it. I saw you kissing Ambrose," she began to glare at her.

Rosa gasped before smirking, "Wow! So you finally figured it out? That I was after him all this time? Wow. It took you long enough. You see, I'm enjoying watching you crumble and fall. You know, you're changing. You're not that wild girl anymore. Are you losing your touch? You know, when I kissed Dean, it felt so good. He is such a good kisser. And you know what? He wasn't even thinking of you when he slept with me. He was thinking of me."

Something inside Morgan snapped.

'Unleash...'

The Outspoken Diva began to see red and grabbed Rosa, throwing her across the makeup table. She began screaming as Morgan started unloading on her with strikes to the face. Roughly picking her up, Morgan began tossing her against the wall and into the soda machine back and forth before pinning her against a table with her hands around her neck.

"Morgan! Morgan! Calm down!" Brie exclaimed as the Total Divas rushed to grab her off of Rosa while the Non Total Divas helped Rosa.

"Get off of me!" Morgan screamed as she was dragged into the Diva's Locker Room.

Sitting on the couch, the Outspoken Diva silently seethed.

"You threw her around like a doll. Jeesh! That was awesome!" Nikki cheered

"Nikki!" Brie scolded and turned her attention to Morgan. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!" Morgan snapped and then started holding her head.

"Morgan? Are you all right?" Naomi asked with concern.

"Ah..." Morgan hissed as she started to come back to her senses. "What the hell was that?"

What had gotten into her? 

What did she just do?

'That beating you gave her felt good, didn't it?' The same voice was heard.

Morgan looked up, looking around in confusion.

"Did you say something?" She asked but the girls said no.

"Wanna talk about the argument?" Natalya suggested.

"I-­I need to leave." She quickly got up and walked away.

"I'm getting concerned. She never tells us anything anymore. Something is wrong."

'In The Ring'

"We are back on Monday Night Raw for the main event. The Shield, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns, along with Morgan, take on John Cena, Daniel Bryan and Sheamus. The winning team will qualify for three of the six spots at the Elimination Chamber match." Cole explained.

The bell rings three times as Morgan, at ringside, sees Dean and Cena start off the match. 'Lets go Cena! Cena sucks!' chants surround the arena as Cena drops Dean down. He stumbles into his corner and Seth tags himself in. 

Suddenly Morgan holds her head as she starts to get another minor headache. 

"What is going on?" She mumbled.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Dean asked as he and Roman looked down at her from the apron.

"Yeah, just a headache, I'm fine."

Dean and Roman nod and turn their attention back to the match.

"Does Morgan look troubled to you? I'm kind of worried." King said with concern. "She just seems...off tonight."

"I can't tell," Cole replied as Cena hit Seth with a hard right hand. 

Later in the match, Dean gets Brogue kicked by Sheamus while Sheamus gets kneed in the head by Rollins. 

"Come on Seth!" Morgan cheered and banged on the mat but then Seth and Daniel collided into each other. 

Cena and Roman get on the apron and have their hands out for a tag. They both get tagged in and Roman gets caught in the STF as the crowd gets hype. Roman manages to power out, surprising the crowd.

All of a sudden, The Wyatt Family's tune comes on and the lights go out. Morgan stands at the end of the ramp while the lights come back on and sees Luke and Erick attacking Cena. The ref calls for the bell as Sheamus and Daniel come to Cena's aid. Meanwhile, Bray begins stalking Morgan as he walks down the ramp.

"Look at Bray Wyatt!" Cole exclaimed. "Morgan, watch your back!"

Morgan looked at the action in the ring with shock but felt a disturbing presence behind her. 

'Don't turn around. Whatever you do, do not turn around. Don't look back.' She thought.

"Turn around," Bray ordered. 

Her body began to have a mind of its own as she reluctantly turned around to meet his stare. She took a step back but got her head grabbed.

"What in the world!?" King exclaimed.

"What are you doing!?" Morgan yelled as Bray started to squeeze her head slightly. 

She tried to fight out of it but failed. He began whispering 'Obey' several times and gave her Sister Abigail's kiss on the forehead before releasing her. He began to grin and let out a disturbing laugh as The Outspoken Diva started to feel weak and fell on her knees. 

"Is she okay!?" King shouted.

"What did Bray Wyatt just do?" Cole asked.

"This is not good," JBL looked on. 

Morgan began to have a massive headache and started to scream as she held her head, before blacking out.

'Later'

Morgan woke up and saw that she was tied up to an examination table. 

"What the-­" She saw the Wyatt Family surrounding her. "What is going on!? Let me go!"

"I'm afraid we cannot do that, Rose," Bray replied. "You know, she taught me...she taught me from a young age...she said you gotta get them before they get you, she said. And we all understood her...she leads us with love, but she taught us, that the fires, well they were our friends too." 

He caressed her face as he went on, "The world is an evil place, she said...and we agreed...and I was there...I was there when she took her final breath! She pulled me in close...and she said you're the one...she said they chose you, long before you ever existed. And I understood what she meant...her touch could save the world...but her kiss...burns it to the ground." He grabbed her face as she tried to escape his hold.

"No." She begged.

"She yearns for you to follow the buzzards...she has watched you for a while now. You are ready for us."

"No, please, don't do this."

"It'll all be over soon, Rose." He grinned and turned to Erick and Luke. "Hold her." 

Unable to move around as she was held by the two freakish men, Morgan began to freak out

"No no please­-" She began before she started screaming as Bray gave her Sister Abigail's kiss on the forehead.

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'WWE Exclusive Video. In The Trainer's Room'

"Morgan! Morgan!" She heard a voice as she woke up.

"Stop it! Get away from me!" She started kicking and screaming but got grabbed by Seth as he pulled her in for a hug. "Get off of me!"

"Calm down! Calm down. You're safe." he reassured. After he felt her relax, he went on, You're okay."

She started to burst into tears and wrapped her arms around his neck for another hug. 

"Please, don't leave me. Please don't leave alone." She held him tightly.

Whatever just happened scared the hell out of her. What did The Wyatts do?

"You blacked out during the match. You're safe. I'm not going to leave you."

She sniffed and wiped her tears as she began to calm down, pulling away from him. "W­-where's Roman and Dean?"

"They had to do some stuff to do. I came to check on you. What happened? After the match, we saw you down and out. You gave everyone a scare."

"The Wyatt Family. They did something I-they did something. You gotta believe me. Something is wrong. I keep getting a headache and I think Bray did something."

"You are correct." She heard a voice.

Morgan looked around. "Wait, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I heard something."

"Morgan, you are in shock. You should sleep it off and everything will be okay." The doctor announced in the background.

"Maybe he's right." Seth agreed.

"I know what I saw! I know what I heard! The Wyatts kidnapped me! Bray gave me Sister Abigail's kiss! You gotta believe me! We gotta take care of the Wyatts!"

"I believe you." Seth put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll take care of them."

She exhaled. "What happened to me?"

"You blacked out while we got screwed by the Wyatts. Cena, Sheamus and Daniel are now in the Elimination Chamber."

"Damn it...I should have done something. I just got distracted-"

"It's not your fault. We'll get them. The Wyatts are going to believe."

Hearing him say that made her relax a little. "Totally,"

"I gotta go. Sleep it off, okay?"

"Yeah."

"See you later." He kissed her cheek and left the room along with the doctor.

Morgan sighed and laid back down. 

"Something is not right..." She started to hold her head again as she began to get another headache. "Ow...ow!" She sat up, holding her head.

"Obey...obey me..."

She started screaming but after a while stopped. She slowly raised her head and had a blank look on her face. In wonder, she looked at her arms and body before leaving the room. While walking, she heard Roman call out for her.

"Hey, Morgan. Are you okay?" he asked.

She turned around and smiled. "I'm fine. I was just about to go to the Diva's Locker room."

"Okay, you sure? We thought we heard screaming." Dean said with concern.

"Screaming? I don't think so. Maybe you're hearing things. I'll see you later." She quickly waved goodbye and turned around. 

She walked away with a smirk on her face, leaving The Shield confused.

"Is it me, or is something about her a little off?" Seth asked.

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Morgan walked over to a dark area and saw Bray sitting on a rocking chair. Erick and Luke kneel before her and put their hands out. 

"Stand." She commanded and they obeyed.

She turned to Bray as he grinned and stood up. "You're here. I love you, Sister Abigail."

"And I love you, Brother Bray." She smiled. "This Morgan girl needs a real family...a real home...The Wyatt Family can give her that...not The Shield. She deserves better and we will give her that. By any means necessary. Understood?"

"Yes."

'After Raw, Backstage'

Melanie was still in her Shield attire and on her phone, talking to her mother. 

"Tonight was awesome! I loved it! I cannot wait to see The Shield and The Wyatts." Jane exclaimed.

Melanie chuckled. "I can't wait either! There is going to be a lot of twists and turns in the upcoming storyline."

"I know! So you're playing Sister Abigail?"

"Yep. Bray Wyatt and his supernatural stuff. It's kind of weird but interesting. It's a cool storyline and I can't wait to entertain you and the fans."

"When are you going to wrestle in the ring again?"

"Well, Creative wants me to rest since I wrestled the guys at the Royal Rumble. Plus, I got a nosebleed and they don't want me to risk anything."

"That's smart. Hey, I saw you and Roman getting a little cozy ~" Jane laughed.

"Mom, it's acting. It's not real."

"I know! I know! I just can't believe Dean cheated on Morgan! And Morgan and Roman got together that night as well. When is Morgan going to confront Dean!? The fans are anticipating it. There's a lot of talk on Twitter about it too. They even trended #DeansInjustice. It's getting to be a hot topic."

"Patience is a virtue!"

"I can't wait!" Jane screamed.

"Ow! Mom!"

She laughed. "You know I get excited about wrestling. Oh, I have to tell you something. I'm thinking of working again."

"Really? What do you want to do?"

"I don't want your father to be the only one working. I'm thinking of working as a baker. Maybe try and get a store and show off my baking skills. Cakes, cupcakes, pies, cookies, all that jazz."

"Go for it! I'll help you out."

"You would do that for me? Aw, thank you, sweetie!"

"No problem! Jon and I gave Dad his new dance studio, so it shouldn't be a problem, helping the coolest mom in the universe."

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'Smackdown'

The Shield were in the ring while Cole began talking about Roman's performance at the Royal Rumble. 

Morgan's appearance looked different once again as she had black eyeliner and now black eyeshadow around her eyes, taking more of a darker look. It looked uncharacteristic of her and seemed like a darker persona was trying to take over.

Roman smiled at the titantron and looked at Seth. "Every man for themselves, man."

"The Elimination Chamber is a structure, and a match custom made for The Shield, so make no mistake about it, the stakes on Monday night, couldn't of been any higher," Dean said. "Because the Universe knows, The Authority knows, and Randy Orton knows, that if The Shield was unleashed inside that chamber, one of us would have walked out, WWE World Heavyweight Champion." He continued in his raspy voice as Roman showed a confident look and nodded while Seth patted his chest. 

Dean took note of Roman's look and stepped up to him. "You think it would have been you?"

"Here we go..." Morgan grumbled.

Roman raised the mic up to his lips. "I don't think so, Dean. I know so."

"Oh, you think just because you set some record for eliminations at the Royal Rumble, you would have walked out of the Elimination Chamber, champion? I don't think that. I don't think that at all, bro." Dean replied as Roman rolled his eyes. "Hey, you know what? I don't apologize for trying to throw you out of the Rumble."

"Well, I'm not gonna apologize for throwing you out of the Rumble and making a move on Morgan when I had the chance. It was every man for himself so stop complaining."

Morgan's eyes widened while the crowd cheered and began freaking out. But the look on Ambrose's face was priceless as she couldn't help but smirk at his shocked expression. 

She had no regrets. Roman was everything she needed and more and she was grateful. 

"I knew it! I knew it!" JBL yelled. "Why would you do this to Dean, Morgan!? Why!? What is wrong with you!?"

"And did you forget about Ambrose and Rosa?" Cole added

"Listen! Morgan has some explaining to do!"

"And so does Ambrose regarding Rosa. Don't blame Morgan for all of this,"

Dean began to grin and turned to Morgan as she crossed her arms and glared at him. "Really Morgan? Wow, you sure move on fast when it comes to an argument." He retorted.

"Heh, so do you..." She retorted back as the crowd cheered.

He decided to walk up to her and stand in front of the side of her. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

She exhaled and turned to face him. "I said...so do you."

"You damn well know what you did," Roman added, narrowing his eyes at Dean.

Dean walked away from her and turned back to Roman. "Don't change the subject Roman." He countered. "Do you think Morgan is impressed by you? I don't think that. I may have lost the Royal Rumble just like you did but I'm the United States Champion and I'm her champion in the bedroom."

Roman began to smirk at the comment, thinking about what he did with her that night. "That's not what she said Sunday night,"

"What!?" JBL shouted.

Rollins glanced at Roman and Morgan in surprise. The poor guy was out of the loop with everything. What the heck happened?

Ambrose clenched his jaw and turned to Morgan, getting angry. "So that's how it is? You and him?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it happened," she answered.

He let out a dry laugh and turned back to Roman, restraining himself from punching him. "Do you actually think she's going to leave me for you?"

"Possibility if that's what she wants. She needed a friend. I helped her. In a lot of ways. You know what you did, Ambrose. Are you going to say it?" Roman asked.

Ambrose narrowed his eyes at him and changed the subject again. "Hey, next time, you put your hands on my girl, I'll make sure to take matters into my own hands. And next time, maybe I won't sneak up behind ya, maybe next time I'll do something right to your face." He got closer to him.

"Like this?" Roman got in his face as the crowd got hyped.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Seth interrupted.

"Guys! Stop it! I don't want this! Stop the fighting!" Morgan yelled, separating them. "Look, I admit it. We were together that night. And it felt good. I enjoyed it. Roman confessed to me and I told him I still love you, Dean, and he understands that. We're friends and it's going to stay that way. You didn't turn to someone for comfort, did you? Am I the only bad guy here?" 

She looked at him, wondering if he was going to admit that he was with Rosa. The crowd began to have a yes and no chanting battle if Dean was with someone else.

Ambrose remained silent and averted his eyes. "I didn't have nobody..."

She looked at him in surprise. He just lied to her face. 

Yeah, that breakup was right around the corner.

"You son of a-" She shook her head.

"Hey! Relax! We are the most dominant force in the history of this company. This is our yard and we have intruders!" Seth yelled. "I'm talking about Luke Harper, Erick Rowan, Bray Wyatt, The Wyatt Family. And they are the reason, that we are not in the Elimination Chamber match. And I don't know why they did what they did on Monday...frankly, I don't care. What I do know, is that they must...be...dealt with!"

Seth turned his attention to Dean and stopped him from pacing around. "Hey, Ambrose you listen to me. You are the greatest United States Champion, I've ever seen. No one even has the guts to challenge you for that belt. Roman." He turned to him. "You've been spearing people since day one! You had John Cena's hands apart, right before they screwed us. We had em! We were this close!"

Morgan nodded and Seth turned to her. "And Morgan, you are the Outspoken Diva of the WWE. You prove day in and day out that you are one of the most entertaining, and interesting Divas in the history of the WWE. Come on, you're a Twitter sensation. You earned that title because you wanted to stand out and be original. No one can touch you when it comes to Social Media. The Wyatts are our main concern."

"If The Wyatts want a new world, we'll give em a new world. If The Shield, isn't gonna win the WWE World Heavyweight Championship at Elimination Chamber, then we'll do the next best thing." Dean began to rub his shoulder and looked at the stage. "We'll do the next best thing...and we will wipe the Wyatt Family off the face! Of the earth! And Wyatts, consider that, a challenge!" 

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Seth got hyped while Ambrose started pacing around.

"Excuse me!" Vickie's voice was heard around the arena as the crowd booed. She walked out to the stage. "Excuse me! Ladies and Gentlemen, that's a brilliant idea! That's a match, no one ever dreamed would happen. So, as the general manager of Smackdown, I am going to make history­-" she suddenly gets cut off by Triple H's music.

He walked down the ramp and went into the ring. "I understand where you're coming from, and I get it, okay?" Triple H said. "The Wyatts cost you guys an opportunity to be in the Elimination Chamber. The Wyatts effectively cost one of you the opportunity to be the WWE World Heavyweight Champion. But here's the thing, guys...it's water under the bridge, all right? Let it go."

Morgan stepped up to him. "No." She looked at him straight in the face as the crowd cheered. "If my boys want a match with the Wyatts...give them a match with the Wyatts. If the fans want to see this match...give them the privilege to see this match."

"Let it go," he stressed as she glared at him while Roman grabbed her back. "Trust me on this. There's no profit in it. There is nothing to benefit. There's nothing to gain. Okay? Wrong place...wrong time...bad situation...but all there is in this is lost. all there is in this is more problems. Just let it go." 

"I'm not hearing this man right now." Dean looked at his partners. 

"Hunter, with all due respect, you gotta look at this from our perspective," Seth said. "The Wyatts-"

"With all due respect, Seth, I looked at it from your point of view. But with all due respect, it wasn't a request." Triple H stated as Dean started to get angry and paced around. "I'm telling you...let...it go."

Roman stepped up to Triple H as the crowd cheered. "I don't think you understand Hunter...we're not asking for your approval..." he stated as the crowd chanted his name.

Triple H smiled. "All right, I can see by the look in your eyes, there's no talking you out of this, I guess right? That's the way it's gonna be? If this fight is gonna go down, no matter what...then I might as well profit from it. This what you want? Is this what you want?" He asked the crowd and they cheered in response. "You want to see The Wyatts and The Shield, go at it? Then I'll do what's best for business. At the Elimination Chamber PPV...it will be 3 male members of The Shield against all three members of the Wyatt Family."

"That's what I'm talkin about! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Seth yelled and started to get hyped while Morgan smirked and Dean & Roman looked satisfied.

"Hope you guys know what you're doing." Triple H left the ring.

"This is huge!" JBL exclaimed as The Shield did their pose.

'At The Shield's Hideout'

"I'm sorry for putting you in the middle, Seth," Morgan said.

"It's fine," Seth reassured while Roman and Dean prepared for their upcoming match.

"Can we have a team meeting?" she requested as they all looked at her. "Look, we all need to stick together and take the Wyatt family down. Okay? We're in this together. We need to be strong and have no more conflicts. Can we get through this? Can we get through this as a team? And leave the issues on the back burner?"

After much consideration and a pep talk from Rollins about the situation, the group agreed.

'In The Ring'

The Shield were in the ring, waiting for their opponents to get in the ring. Morgan was standing next to Seth but all of a sudden, the Wyatt Family's tune comes on and the lights go out. The titantron shows the Wyatts as the crowd cheers.

"I...admire...your courage...surely normal men lose sleep at just the thought of war...justice...a game...I dig it...I like games too. War? Hm...that's my favorite..." Bray said as The Shield looked at the titantron. 

Bray began to laugh and it didn't sit right with Morgan.

"That laugh..." she felt a chill go down her spine.

"My soul smiles at just the thought of your quivering hands...waving those white flags." Bray went on.

Luke walked up to the screen. "You reap...what you sow...you three boys...picked a beautiful hill...to die on..."

"I'll advise y'all...to be careful inviting the devil in your backyard. Cause, he may just like it, and decide to stay." he laughed again and left with Luke.

Erick's mask is shown. "Run."

The promo ends and the lights come back on to show Morgan on her knees, holding her head. 

"What is going on with Morgan?" JBL asked.

"What is going on with my head!?" She screamed as The Shield looked alert and came to her aid

"Morgan! You all right?" Seth kneeled before her.

'Stop resisting me...'

"Never!" She stood up, angrily.

"Never? What's going on?" Roman asked but then managed to catch her before she fell as she blacked out again.

"This happened twice now. Do you think The Wyatts are using Morgan as a decoy?" Cole asked.

'Trainer's Room'

Morgan woke up and sighed loudly. "Darn it! Why do I keep blacking out!?"

"Maybe you were right. Maybe these headaches are more serious than we thought. We need to do some more tests on you. I'll be right back." The doctor left.

"Are you ready to talk?" A voice asked.

"Who are you? I'm tired of hearing voices. I'm not crazy." Morgan grumbled.

"Patience is one of my virtues. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sister Abigail."

She looked around, confused. "That can't be possible. Aren't you dead? Oh my gosh, I'm talking to a dead woman...I have completely lost my mind..."

"I'll take that as a compliment, my child."

"Why do you keep bothering me? In fact, why do the Wyatts keep bothering me? Just leave me alone, already."

"Not until you follow the buzzards."

"Ain't gonna happen."

"You need them."

"I don't need anybody."

"You will hear the truths, soon enough."

"If you say so..."

[zealotofthecrimsoncloud]

Hiiii! So I wanna write something cute and fluffy to kinda counter all the grim shit I've been writing lately but I'm kind of a bitch when it comes to details. So I just wanna get Uth right. Got a few questions.

What's his relationship with the FotA? Did he spend time with them? Did/would he treat patients?

Is he the type to fall in love quickly or does it take time?

Would he ask someone he's interested in out or wait to be asked out?

How does he feel about interacting with kids and teenagers?

How's he feel about animals? And weird animals?

When he's interested in someone how does he act? Like body language and such.

How's his demeanor in Fallout? Is he very sure of himself? Outspoken? Shy? Soft spoken?

What is he attracted to in terms of physical and non-physical?

How does he feel about partners with kids?

Can I get a full physical description of that gorgeous man, please?

Favorite things to do in his spare time?

Pet names. How does he feel about them? Does he use them? Does he like someone using them on him? What are his favorites to use?

Favorite foods and drinks? Does he drink alcohol? Use chems?

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1. So Uth spent quite a long time with the followers after his departure from the BoS. Spending a few years wandering the wastes and writing the history of discovered tribes and learning their healing techniques. He didn't take part in many major surgeries but tended the wounds with poultices and after care type things. Made sure people recovered and got back on their feet.

2. He is definitely the type to fall hard and fast. A 2 ton bag of bricks lol. He isn't even slick about it just teen romance staring lolll

3. He definitely is a mix, if he's feeling really confident he will come right up but if the person really caught his eye and notices they like him to he will play coy.

4. He likes kids and teens for the most part but can't stand shitty spoiled kids at all lol.

5. Oh the weirder the better! He is at heart a big pet dad and spoils them often!

6. Okay so going off the one above. If he likes you he is a tease and a flirt to no end. Absolutely does the hand touches and subtle things like that. They have his full attention whenever they want it. He makes them feel like the only person in the room.

7. His Fallout self is a little more rough around the edges. He still has his gentleness but he is ready to pull iron at a drop of the hat. That sort of gunslinger bravado with a field medic tender care and bedside manners. A man out for justice and what's right but isn't afraid to cut a bitch if that makes sense. I will say he doesn't raise his voice often. Only in situations in which he is very angry/upset. His tone otherwise is low and soft.

8. Oh boy what is this mountain of a man attracted to. Tbh he doesn't have a type per say. He is a flirt at heart but he falls for the eyes first and foremost. The story they tell and the way they see him. It's less a physical thing and more of an attraction to attitude and who they are/how they act. He does have a love for long hair though. Loves they way it frames people's faces.

9. He doesn't mind one bit if a partner has kids whether blood or adopted. Especially not in Fallout. To him the world's to big and to dangerous to worry about things like that. He knows what it's like to have a history. He'd love the little buggers.

10. Hehe I will do my best as I can. I can get rather bad at descriptions lol. Okay so Uth stands around 6-6 300lbs. He's always been a big man and tempered his strength with learning how to have a careful hand. His hair is a dark dirty blonde color. When down it falls to his shoulders but most often keeps it tied into a bun/tip knot. He is muscular in the arms but has a bit of a tummy (think body builder instead of dehydrated moviestar look) he wears roadleathers long worn and torn in places with a dark FotA overcoat. His eyes are a piercing blue and have a slight glow to them when in dark areas.

11. Favorite things to do in his spare time is read and/or make various notes and diagrams about the flora and fauna of the world. He has a skilled hand when it comes to realistic drawings.

12. Oh big pet name fan! He loves using them, calling others by them, and he will use the normal ones for sure but always thinks of a specific one for those he really cares about!

13. He loves stews alot and most communal foods. He's never one to eat alone. He likes to eat and share stories around the fire. he for sure loves Alcohol although he isn't much of a drinker. He likes to drink socially and appreciate the flavors. Chems on the other hand he tries to stay away from, even stimpaks, he knows they have their place but he is very careful about how he uses them.