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helpme695 · 2 months ago

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Hello, hello,Hello,my dear!!

I saw that you were a brand new blog with barely any writings and that you wrote for IDV,so i HAD to jump on the occasion,you see?

Allow me to introduce myself (as this is most likely not the last time you will be seeing me!), I am Nina (or Weewoo!),self proclaimed platonic asker!

And I am here to humbly ask for headcanons (or a one shot,i don't know which one you prefer,but I'd be happy with both!!) For Jack the Ripper (except if you don't write for him,which i understand,He IS based off a real murderer...if you don't write for him,I'd love some Antonio! But I'd prefer Jack :3 or both if you're interested Or if you prefer to choose other than those two,that's okay!!) with a child!reader (platonic ofc) that loves all types of art? Like they like listening to music while drawing- sure they're not the best,since they're still learning,but they show their art to them when they're proud of it? And they give the Hunter(s) drawings of them?? They're just a small cutie that gives drawings to people?

Thank you for reading! I hope you like this prompt and enjoy writing it!! Remember to drink,eat and take breaks,Hun!

Stay proud,

-Nina <3

Helloooooooo Nina :D I'm glad to have you in my silly blog :) I hope you will enjoy it in the future <) I wrote for both of them since I like Antonio ^_^ I'm sorry for taking quite a lot to answer ;-; it will happen again if I continue with this writing style </3.

I didn't dive too much about child thing, so you can take it as an adult or little kid. Either way, it's definitely platonic. Oh and it mostly seemed gender nature sooo :)

Aaa i just did reader give art to these 2 lol , sooo yah </3 sorry for my mistakes

Both of them are not that experienced with children because of their backgrounds. Antonio is busy drinking his favorite wines and playing masterpieces for the nobles, and god knows what else. As for Jack, he's just being, well... Jack. :)

they don't mind children that much; it depends on their mood. Mostly, they act like 'the cool uncles'.

However, Jack is not as fond of babysitting as Antonio. He thinks there are better options, like Michiko or Leo! Or maybe, why not play with people your age? Robbie and Memory would be happy to have you around.

They recognize your unique and diverse interests in various forms of art, which is uncommon even among adults.

Sometimes, they will simply watch you to see what you are best at. That way, they could buy you something nice related to it. Of course, they would support you in other forms, as well. They just figure that if you are great at something specific, it means you love it the most.

Now, let's talk about each one :D

Antonio:

It's not unusual to find him friendly in matches if he's in the mood. A simple, goofy mistake was all it took to make this weird-haired noodle crack up (thanks to Tracy's terror shock and Martha's failed flare gun rescue).

You participated in this match. All of you were having fun in Moonlit River Park.

After this match, everyone said their goodbyes and left to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, felt you wanted to appreciate him more. So, you got yourself comfortable, put on your favorite music (or headed to the composer to listen to him), and started drawing. It didn't take you long to finish it, so you borrowed some clay from Galatea to make a small version of him. It turned out messy. Nevertheless, you colored it. Your paper drawing turned out better than your little clay Antonio, but it still looked adorable.

You would know if he's in his room by his usual violin playing. And today was no exception. You knocked on his door softly, and the long-haired man heard it. Which makes sense since he's hard to hide from.

"Come in,"

And with that, you slipped past his door. You were greeted with his usual creepy smile and a couple of bottles of booze around his desk.

"Hello (name), I thought you were tired from the last match. Especially for a little one like you. Do you want to listen to my latest work later? I suggested Mr. Kreiburg and I do a musical performance together for the upcoming season."

You didn't say anything, just smiling at him as you got closer, and so did Antonio's curiosity.

"Is there something on your mind you would like to tell me, (name)?"

He crouched down to meet your height, still looming over you. You smile only brighten when you got excited to show your work to him. Behind your back, you emerged two artworks of him. His eyes lingered on what your hand was holding before he took them.

The drawing was of him ballooning Tracy and holding you with his hair, while what seemed like a sad Martha with her gun, and Forward way back running at him.

And then he looked at your small clay sculpture. His hair looked like overcooked pasta and worms coming out of it, with some black coloring. implies you are still new to shaping.

You were overjoyed just looking at how his smile widened even more than it already was. You felt his eyes leave your art and look at your face. He honestly didn't know what to be happy about. Was someone actually spending time doing something wholesome for him? Or was it the sound of your laughter echoing in his room with the big smile of yours?

He placed your work on his desk and gently guided you with his hand to his embrace.

"I know you have undeniable talent, and I want to admire it and make sure nothing disturbs it. Today, you illuminated my heart with your caring light, crafting something priceless. I thank you for your gift, and if it was for that silly match, it's nothing compared to your kindness."

He patted your head for a few seconds and then stood up tall.

"As much as I like spoiling you with my masterpieces, you have to go to sleep. Ms. Dyer won't be happy finding you out of bed.

He placed his hand gently behind your back and guided you to his door. You were kind of disappointed; you don't like how Doctor Emily makes children go to bed so early. Nevertheless, you didn't complain. He didn't close his door yet, so you kept waving, saying your goodbyes and sweet dreams before your little form disappeared when you went downstairs.

He closed his door gently and went to his desk, which now held booze, paper art, and a mini clay Antonio. He stared at them for... what? Seconds? Minutes? He didn't care. Your pure soul made his usual lonely night better, and thanks to you, you gave him inspiration for his next musical piece.

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He will cherish your gifts and art; they brightened his room and made him feel less empty.

I like to think he will force Joseph to take pictures of them and him together.

He's your number 1 supporter and fan of your work. Hell, even if it's horrendous, he'll be damned if he ever THINKS it's bad. He might as well show it to everyone and threaten anyone who says otherwise.

Despite many people and nobles gathering around him for his matchless skill, he appreciates you because you do what you want with pure intentions. He doesn't need to bother thinking about your actions (unless something is very odd), and you see him as someone to trust. Which is sometimes a bad idea because, you know... the devil thing.

He did consider having a child before, but he knows he would be an awful father. Having you around, not taking up all his time or responsibility of taking care of you, yet still filling that void, made him drink less than usual.

Jack:

If you are interested in the art of music, you just so happen to have the most skilled violinist in the whole world next door, and you might even catch him happily holding a small violin for you. Now, get ready for waking up every Friday to Monday at 6 a.m. for a teaching course. Will he make you as amazing as him? No. But you'll surely come close to amazing.

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He likes to go to the manor garden, especially at night, because he likes his "own alone" time. He is known for being mysterious, sadistic, and moody, so most survivors keep you distance from him, usually the women. You always wonder why; he's not that "bad," as you think. He even carries your teammates in bride style, and likes to joke around in serious, stressful matches at the end of the day. And very polite gentleman.

So curious about him, you asked the hunters you trust when he usually comes to the garden, and then you decided to do your activities in it, hoping to see him today.

You painted, grafted, shaped, played music, listened to music, and even helped Emma water the whole garden. You spent almost 3 hours just hoping he would show up before your match schedule start. And just when you were about to give up-

"Helloooo there, little child. I must say you know where and when to pick the most perfect time for a suitable experience."

You turned around to see the very man you waited for, Jack the Ripper, outside the matches and in the open? You must be lucky. A smile rose on your face as you greeted him.

"It's great to see you too. I hope you don't mind me bothering you with my presence."

You watched him as he went further into the garden, chatting with Emma for a few moments. You wanted to speak to him, but you didn't exactly know how. So all you did was paint one specific flower that you liked and show him. Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward.

In a good 10 minutes, you finished, and while you admired your art piece and prepared to show it to him, he was already bent down beside you to judge.

"Hmmm..... very impressive, I do notice improvements in your details. But I fear there is something off about it."

You looked between him and the painting, figuring out what was missing. After a long silence, he finally stated.

"You don't have any idea how to light and shadow a flower, do you?"

You shook your head, saying you did what felt right.

"I do like to believe this statement as well, but sometimes there are better ways, especially when you can improve it much better. Here, give me your brush."

You hand him your brush as he takes your place, watching him work his magic on your art piece and fixing any mistakes. He makes sure to tell you where you messed up.

You were surprised, to say the least. You ask him if he's an artist, but he shatters your little heart when he says he stopped being one a long time ago. For you, you did feel frustrated, angry, and sad, however. You didn't give up on your journey, even on days you wanted to pull your hair out.

A thought crosses your mind. A white lie. You tell him you don't know how to paint certain things and would like him to teach you. He remains silent after your explanation, which creeps you out.

He knows you're lying, but it's not harmful, and he understands why. However, teaching you to paint? Out of all the requests, he prefers bring you the supplies you need.

"Hm... I asked too much. Would you mind if I left for a few minutes?"

You only nod, and he takes off. You felt guilty. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him; maybe you missed your chance.

20 minutes passed, and he still didn't show up. Yep. Might as well cry a bit tonight.

You gathered up your things, only your paints and canvas left. Once you collected them, you heard a familiar violin playing inside the manor. You decided to stay a bit to listen to it before you leave. You wondered if it was a stupid decision. You could just ask the hunters and survivors if you really wanted to know more about him.

"Fascinating, is it? Antonio's violin charms everyone to enjoy the moment, as if they are just puppets he controls."

Jack almost gave you a heart attack, but you forgot about it very quickly when you noticed him holding different types of objects—a bunch of paints and canvases.

"I did say I would leave you for a few minutes. You should learn be more patient. Anyway, sorry for taking your time. That da Vinci boy wasn't pleased to see me."

He placed the canvases and objects in the proper way before asking you to take your place.

"You are a very talented child. Your previous request was too silly to believe, so I brought things rather difficult to test you out and sharpen your skills."

And he wasn't joking when he said it would be difficult. At least he was more patient and easygoing than (da Vinci young boy).

One hour before the matches started, he decided you had had enough for today. He was focused on drawing small sculpture. So you took a chance to draw something.

Just when he finished his painting, you quickly told him you had to get ready for your matches, then left so fast, leaving one standing canvas behind. Before he could call you out about it, you were already far gone. So he let out a sigh and mumbled something about children these days.

He gathered all the stuff and went to your canvas as well, only to see a full drawing of a person.

It was him, focused on his own painting, with many red and blue roses around him. You almost made him seem like an innocent art teacher who loves nature. And well... one or two of those is true.

He couldn't help but admire it. How you pictured him in your head, how clueless you are about him, almost making him pity you.

If it weren't for Emma coming back because she's forgot something and noticed him, he would be quite late for his match. Not that he would have a problem with it; he would rather watch the painting dry so he can take it to his room later.

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Nobody truly knows him, especially with how his personality switches so fast, but when he's in a "normal" state, he does feel guilty about... everything. He would rather meet you outside this game, an artist teaching young people how to draw. Yeah, that would be much better than being "Jack the Ripper."

I'm sorry, but he can't really promise to help you with drawing; he doesn't enjoy it anymore. But he can give you tips and bring you what you're missing.

He tried to learn other forms of art but changed his mind too quickly when he failed miserably. No, he would rather sleep underground to have someone guide him.

High chance he would take your artwork and study it, did you improve? How much? Was it easy or hard? How did you feel when you finished it? He can tell more about it. And he usually comes up and tells what he thinks about it and what to improve (if you want, of course). He hopes that one day, you will beat your fellow artist survivors.

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Hi hello I want to bury myself :3 I seriously need to buy a novel book or smth because I feel stupid using simple words lmao 💀 #help

Anyway Have a nice day :D

#answered #request #idv x reader #idv x you #idv jack #idv antonio #i need to get my shit together #im kinda tired #identity v x you

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credince--writes · 2 years ago

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Establishment (Jitters Remastered)

Chapter 3 of the Jitters Remastered Book

Find it on AO3

Summary:

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's. As she is brought to her new home with the 141, the tension can be cut with a knife. The question is, will she be able to grow roots here?

Today the 141 teams would be leaving after a mission well-done. Their success echoed around the base until the late hours of the morning. Creating shifts of soldiers to celebrate once again another green tick.

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

Getting ready in the mornings had never been her favorite part of the day, quite frankly dreading them in their entirety. Her body ached, and she knew Price wanted to meet with her once more before he departed.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Walking through the hallways passing other soldiers milling about to reach their tasks, she stood in front of the doorway to Gulch's office, where Pice was no doubt waiting for her inside. It made her stomach do flips, fighting with itself as she stared at the knob.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

Leaving the office and closing the door behind her, she was met face-to-chest with MacTavish's chest. Looking up she was met with an almost amused look. Before she could apologize, or do anything really he had lifted her hand to inspect the damage from her fight.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

"Just know what real fights don't work like that, little lass. If you'd been in real danger you'd be dead." And with his last words, he pushed in the door to the office and left her awkwardly standing there, not really knowing how to respond.

...

Packing, it was almost like she was leaving for college. All of her belongings fit into a duffel back, save for a separate backpack to hold electronics and her laptop. rather than trying to stuff an entire bedroom into the back of her car to then try and jenga into a dorm room.

She'd only even flown in a helicopter one other time, this one was bigger. Multiple people were in it with her, as they'd stop to refuel they would periodically drop someone off, until it was only her and the pilot sitting in the chopper together. She tried to keep quiet, the pillow didn't seem very talkative, shooting down any attempts she had made previously to drum up some small talk.

They didn't tell her where she was going, only that she would be meeting up with Captain Price at the new base she had been stationed at. It was strange, she had yet to get a call from Laswell, another summer camp speech.

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

Somewhere within the course of traveling, she had begun to nod off, every once and a while opening her eyes to find themselves flying over unidentifiable landmarks. When she landed, she grabbed both of her bags and climbed out, making her way onto the tarmac trying to avoid the deafening sound of the blades beating the air into submission.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

The large hangar/garage is tacked onto the side of the building. That is what it looked like she decided. Walking up to it, awkwardly holding her two bags she looked back in an attempt to find the pilot to see where he went.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

Jitters locked eyes with Ghost, not intentionally she'd internally defend herself. But once their eyes met she felt as if she couldn't look away. His eyes bore into her soul. Her feet felt like they were anchored to the floor below her.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

He lead her through the base, corner here, corner there, until he came up to a door. Knocking on it twice he nodded her in. She gave him a grateful smile and stepped in, smoke danced in the stagnant air of the office. Price sitting at his desk chair fingering through the paperwork. Manila folders with various stamps and stickers on them.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"We don't have a room yet that can be explicitly used for your office yet, but rest assured we will be working on it. We don't have any planned missions that will need your assistance for a week, maybe two. So it'll give you some time to settle in." He explains.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

The two of them stood up, Jitters picking up both of her bags and the following Price out of the door. Almost as if it was pre-planned, MacTavish walked bast carrying a large duffel bag of something in his left hand.

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

"Your room is going to be in between Gaz and I's." He explains. "We normally keep a room in between us for privacy, but things don't always work out how we'd like." There was a twang in his voice, reinforcing that idea-

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

It wasn't a luxury hotel or anything, but it was better than previous stays she'd been in. Simple bed- twin size it seemed. Better than the cots she was sleeping on beforehand, cording stringing together a thick piece of canvas and suspending it onto a platform.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"You know, there was this guy at a mission I went on called bubbles. It was because he was always super snotty- but one day he was taking a nap and blew up the grossest snot bubble on his face. Dude was like a bubble machine-"

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

She didn't know what she was really expecting for dinner- normally bases would have designated cooks, and they'd cook large quantity meals. Spaghetti with an essence of sauce, maybe some salad, weird shit with rice.

She wasn't really expecting a simple, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and chicken? She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten meat that was recognizable. It was surprisingly domestic- big, scary, military task force sitting at a table next to a pretty basic-looking kitchen.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

It was almost comedic, how much food Soap piled onto his plate before he sat down and started going to town on it. She went through the line, grabbed a plate, and portioned out what she'd consider a normal amount of food, and a biscuit.

With a glass of water, a plate, and a fork she sat down and started eating. Trying to ignore the sounds of Soap devouring the food next to her. She noticed Ghost took his food, and left for somewhere- she assumed he would probably eat in his room. It seemed like it would be decently difficult to eat with a Halloween decoration stitched onto your face.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

"Ok? And? You're probably a hundred pounds more than me- you're what, at least six-one. That's like me going out and kicking kindergartners and going 'Yea! I could mop the floor with this whole lot'!" She added a (not very good) Scottish accent at the end for good measure.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

#jitters au #cod mwii #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #cod #simon riley x oc #John 'Soap' Mactavish x oc #Female OC #Simon Riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 #kyle garrick #call of duty mw2 #gaz mw2

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bluemoonscape · 3 months ago

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I'M HERE AGAIN TO BOTHER YOU

may I have. Some songs. And lyrics. You'd like to associate with my son thank you (no need to reply to this it's fine I just love overanalyzing over lyrics)

I LOVE ANALYZING LYRICS TOO POOKIE, BOTHER ME ANYTIME, I need a break from reading a textbook. On US politics. And it’s an online textbook so I can’t feel the paper and engage myself. My brain is melting

In my mind, THE Faust song would be “I’m Your Man” by Mitski. I said it in my last Faust post and I’ll say it again *grabs and shakes you* DOG SYMBOLISM. Faust, when he finds reason to invest himself in somebody, can’t do such a thing in small measure. He puts his entire being into it to the point where he risks destroying himself. He sees Will as his salvation; by being the kind of person for Will that he could’ve used long ago, he can save him, and by this logic, save himself. This comes across perfectly in those opening lines: “You’re an angel, I’m a dog / Or you’re a dog and I’m your man / You believe me like a God / I betray you like I am.”

And in the Hannibal verse for him, if Will marries Molly as per the canon in S3, Faust feels abandoned not only by Hannibal post-S2, but now Will, too. And yet he can’t detach himself from those relationships. He can’t make himself forget. (Fic spinoff plan go brrrrr) Look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t that:

My Mitski propaganda is going strong with our son

The second song I’m picking for lyrical relevance to Faust’s character is “The Man Who Sold the World” originally written and performed by David Bowie, though my preferred version is the Nirvana cover—either works, however. This song is just the essence of Faust and works for any verse, Hannibal verse included, of course. The lyrics make me think of his relationship with the man who taught him to hunt in his time of need, then turned on Faust, leading Faust to kill and cannibalize him, thus symbolically turning him into the hunter:

“We passed upon the stair / We spoke of was and when / Although I wasn't there / He said I was his friend

Which came as some surprise / I spoke into his eyes / ‘I thought you died alone / A long, long time ago’

‘Oh no, not me / I never lost control / You're face to face / With the man who sold the world.’”

This first half of the song, to me, is the beginning of their arrangement and leading up to the end, in which Faust consumes the hunter and feeds him to his group, which, again, symbolically represents his own Becoming (think Matthew in S2 saying “I’ll be the Chesapeake Ripper now” and Hannibal’s reply of “You’ll have to eat me”):

“I laughed and shook his hand / And made my way back home / I searched for form and land / For years and years, I roamed

I gazed a gazeless stare / At all the millions here / We must have died alone / A long, long time ago

Who knows? Not me / We never lost control / You're face to face / With the man who sold the world (x2)”

NEXT UP (yes I’m still blabbing I really hate that textbook) “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode. Once again, it’s a song that I feel describes Faust’s relationship with Will and Hannibal very well, and I think the lyrics could be taken either way. Faust wants to be Will’s savior, yet he ALSO views Will as his own savior. With Hannibal, I’d imagine he feels saved in some sense by Hannibal’s understanding and acceptance of the darker parts of him:

“Reach out, touch faith / Your own personal Jesus / Someone to hear your prayers / Someone who cares / Your own personal Jesus / Someone to hear your prayers / Someone who's there”

This song is the side of Faust with the good old savior complex.

The last song I’m going to analyze by lyrics is “The Yawning Grave” by Lord Huron and then I’ll just drop a few Faust songs that just seem fitting to me :D

“The Yawning Grave” describes through its lyrics and eerie tone what can only be described as a supernatural situation, as well as a general message of “you shouldn’t meddle with things you cannot understand” WHICH IS VERY FAUST.

“I know the rain like the clouds know the sky / I speak to birds and tell them where to fly / I sing the songs that you hear on the breeze / I write the names of the rocks and the trees

Oh, you fool, there are rules I am coming for you / (You can run but you can’t escape) / Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins / (You have opened the yawning grave)

I tried to warn you when you were a child / I told you not to get lost in the wild / I sent omens and all kinds of signs / I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes”

Once again, this feels reminiscent of Faust’s dynamic with the hunter, and it represents his own hunger for knowledge and how dangerous it is.

For some extra general Faust songs, No Return by Anna Waronker, Eat Your Young by Hozier, and Everybody Wants to Rule the World (original version or Lorde version but Lorde pops off with the creepy vocals). Ok I disappear into the void of education now

#thank you for the ask v!! this was fun :D #faust e maxwell #moot oc #hannibal oc #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannibal lecter #asks #vorpaelizys #fautor fausti

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mooredanxieties · 6 months ago

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HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL

The trial of Dr. Hannibal Lecter revealed to the public another side of a man who was a respected member of proper society in Baltimore. A man who was respected as one of the most brilliant psychiatric minds among his peers. A man who was a gourmand and often entertained society's elite at soirees where they wined and dined on expertly prepared exotic dishes prepared by the host himself. A man who worked as a psychological profiler for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. A man who was in fact the notorious Chesapeake Ripper. An infamous serial killer with a murderous career as shocking as it it prolific. The trial of Dr. Lecter- shocking as it was, was only the beginning of the disturbing story of the man who became known as Hannibal the Cannibal. This book is a deep psychiatric assessment from the very Doctor who worked with Dr. Lecter as well as knew him once as a friend. A revealing study of what cause Lecter to torture and kill the people around him. What caused him to even eat his victims and feed them to unknowing house guests. A perfect storm of brilliance, violence and psychotic behavior that resulted in one of the worst serial killers in history. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dr. Frederick Chilton is a doctor of psychiatry and author having written several papers that have been published in prestigious publications such as the American Journal of Psychiatry and Psychiatric Medicine Today. He began his career soon after graduating from Harvard University by starting his own practice where is was able to treat people with a great measure of success. He soon became a fellow at the Harvard School of Psychiatric Medicine where he continued to study and publish in his field. Dr. Chilton soon became a specialist in criminal psychology and was a consultant and advisor in the Criminal Court of Maryland. He most recently has been working as the Hospital Director of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane where he worked directly with and studied Dr. Lecter himself. "In his book - HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL, Dr. Chilton presents a chilling and disturbingly intimate profile of a man who is equally brilliant and insane. A compelling read" - Arthur Billings, REVIEW MONTHLY

#nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #frederick chilton #hannibal props

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atrenchcoatfilledwithbeees · 6 months ago

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Okay this has been on my mind for a while but I haven’t seen anyone else talking about it so I’m gonna have to make this post

I hate every single secret reveal in the reboot

They mean nothing, they tell us nothing about the characters, and the would you rather questions don’t do anything either.

In the original seasons, the characters do have secrets: No one asked Heather to the Prom, Dakota’s need for fame is really a depressed cry for love, and Sam farted on the first and only date he ever had.

These all tell us something about the characters: Heather’s forceful mean outlook may be a defence mechanism or something that has left her lonely in the past, Dakota gains some depth, she wants attention to fulfil her need for love and is going to a therapist to talk about this, Sam is established as a stereotypical unlucky in love nerd, setting him up to gain a love interest later on.

The would you rather questions in the reboot tell us nothing relevant or interesting about the characters because they’re so random.

We learn that Bowie would rather wear clown makeup than publicise his DMs. Maybe he’s a private person but it’s never revisited and he continues being incredibly confident and outspoken. It conflicts with how he confronts the rest of the cast about his actions in the previous season. He stands by them and doesn’t care if people criticise them. Surely the same would go for his DMs. The response doesn’t match his personality because it wasn’t intended to help build his character. It was just random trivia that seems rather thoughtlessly attributed to him.

Axel likes poetry. This isn’t inherently bad except it seems like it was only added for the shock value of buff girl likes something we wouldn’t normally think. And also to give Ripper a way to work his way in as a love interest. She literally refuses to read something in one of the episodes shoving the paper at Caleb. Does that seem like the action of someone who values poetry and writing? Not really.

MK sleeps with a stuffed unicorn. Cute, but also seems to be a shock value, you weren’t expecting this kind of thing. Also we never see this stuffed animal despite seeing her bunk several times.

Emma would rather eat toenails than not shower. The episode establishes that she bites her fingernails purely for this part. If I remember correctly she doesn’t bite her nails at like any other point.

Priya would rather be merged with a warthog than have Chris as her dad. This is true for everyone and therefore tells us nothing.

On the whole it just felt kind of lazy. Some of the questions did reveal bits and pieces of characterisation like Caleb being on good terms with his one ex, but most of them just set up one off gags or were completely random.

All of this sort of culminates in an episode that felt like it was trying to give the characters more depth but didn’t want to fully commit to any new traits they’d have to add for the rest of the show.

I’m probably reading too much into it but I just felt kinda disappointed.

#sorry to be a hater on main #I love the show but the secrets felt lazy and unnecessary #total drama #total drama reboot #td reboot #td Caleb #td Bowie #td priya #td mk

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berylcluster · 8 months ago

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⊰ starter for @pumpkinstabs HANNIBAL for MICHAEL ⊱

➫ HANNIBAL flipped open the mornings newspaper with a loud crinkle, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He had made them a nice spread for breakfast, two plates laid out on the table, coffee for the chef and just about any drink Michael could ever want in fancy glass pitchers, all aligned in the center. Cereals, fruits, breads of various sorts, meat of course, eggs and little vegetables for garnish. Sometimes he'd eat his breakfast with a bed of spinach or some tomato and although he had tried to refine the other killer's palette, he'd also provide him with simple, pedestrian choices as well. He had the paper covering his head as he read, the clink of his fork on the plate occasionally to let the other know he was still there. This was a very typical morning for them, the doctor could catch up on the week's news, Michael could take his time waking up from the night's sleep, whether he got any is another story. He crossed one leg over the other, eyes flicking across the page and landing on a grizzly black and white photo.

Blurred images of four bodies strung up, posed in a way that was perhaps only recognizable by a select few who enjoyed Botticelli. Each member of the family holding each of their stomachs, lined up in a celebration of flesh and family. The painting happened to be one of his favorites, he hardly read the actual words of the story, simply basked in this discovery. He didn't even compose himself as he brought down the paper, a smirk growing on his face as his gaze turned on the other, a loving stare in his eyes. Hannibal knew only one who could pull of an art piece this grotesque like the Chesapeake Ripper, an almost perfect copy - if he had only brought some trophies home. "My love, did you happen to get out last night? It seems there's a blood thirsty killer on the loose again." He clicked his tongue, before handing over the newspaper. "It might be best if you lay low until the police finish chasing their tails."

#pumpkinstabs #☆: hannibal lecter #OH I MISSED THEM SO MUCH #listening to: hero by faouzia

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hotpinkstaples · 10 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers

i was tagged by cousin @radioactive-earthshine

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

175 published works! I do not count any WIPs, outlines, notes scratched longhand, or random shitposts I make on the tunglr because that's another 1700+ 😂😂😂

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

According to my stats page.... 1,218,398. So 1.2 million+ words published since maybe 2010. Everything prior to 2010 was deleted because I was super embarrassed of what I used to write 😭

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I follow my heart so my AO3 is basically my fixation chart in real-time. Way too many specific fandoms to count, but in terms of medium: I write for a lot of manga fandoms, used to write kpop fanfiction as a kid, still write kdrama fanfiction whenever something catches my eye, and of course comic books and wrestling. I also have a handful of fanfics for books.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Shadow Dance (Captain America/Avengers movies) Sometimes Love Starts in the Bed [Or that One Week Kamui Tried His Parents' Approach at Romance] (Gintama manga) To the Rhythm of His Love (Black Clover manga) Tere Liye, Hum Hain Jiye (Black Clover manga) Red Bangles, Black Anklets (Naruto manga)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments!! It makes me feel special lmao 😂

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ephemeral (Hunter x Hunter manga). I basically wrote the ending for the Dark Continent arc (since it's unlikely it'll ever get finished), and sank the boat and all its passengers while making my OTP end up together in heaven after they both died 😂😂😂

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Leoht Unfæger (Beyond Evil kdrama). Basically wrote a novella repairing my ship's relationship that the kdrama had done serious damage to. They got married in the end even though one half went to jail for contributing to the other half's sister's demise. Oh, and the same guy who went to jail also used to bang the sister 😂😂😂

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Regularly! I'm pretty vocal about my likes and dislikes, and many times, by behavior has invited demons into me house. During my Black Clover fandumbing days, a crackhead used to make it their mission to leave hateful comments on my fics. I don't delete them however. Most of the time it makes me laugh bc you can figure out the speech patterns and tag exactly who it is that wrote it. I like to think ten years down the line, they'll look back on their clownery and let the shame eat them alive.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes!

10. Do you write crossovers?

It depends! During my kpoppie days, I did a crossover of my favorite band and one of my favorite kdramas, and never finished it (even though I have the ending outlined on paper). It really depends on the fandoms and if I find synergy between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Probably lol, but not that I know of. I grew up during the asianfanfics days, and used to post fanfiction on other sites before I got an AO3 account. It was not uncommon to see fanfiction stolen from LJ and other sites that were then posted to asianfanfics, which had a notorious plagiarism issue.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have three in circulation in the Russian language, and one that was translated into Chinese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope, unless RPing during the third grade on Naruto forums counts as collaborating on fanfic 😂😂😂

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

It changes every day bc I am dynamic and go with me heart. But also note, for some of my favorite ships, I've either never written fanfiction for, or it's no longer available cuz I done deleted it, so I'll just note my CURRENT haunts (which may or may not be decades old... sad 😂).

Comic books: Jon Kent/Jay Nakamura, Bart Allen/Kon El

Manga: Asta/Liebe, Jack the Ripper/Yami Sukehiro

Who knows what I will like tomorrow.... I certainly don't 🤪

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Smallville Earth 2 post-canon fic outline I've had sitting in my drafts for over ten years....... Inshallah one of these days, but I sincerely doubt it 😂😂😂

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Building dread, purple prosing, and writing the saddest sadz before giving folks the happy ending. I'm also a slowburn maestro. Love horror, but usually end up writing more romance than plain horror LOL 👽

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I be overthinking shit, or I be outlining something and saying I'm finna write it but then I don't because I end up getting distracted by something else. I have a Prison Playbook kdrama fic outline that's nineteen pages long that I will never write out bc I got distracted by ANOTHER kdrama. I have OCD but that shit apparently has no impact on my publication goals 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Love it! I'm fluent in multiple languages, so I love peppering in different languages in my fanfics, and regularly borrow from Hindi and Arabic language songs, poems, and other media to title fics. Maybe 30% of my fanfiction is inspired by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan songs. It do be like that sometimes djhfgdfgdf

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I genuinely don't remember anymore, it has been SO long. All I DO know is that I deleted it all because I was an embarrassed baby and really wish I hadn't. It can be anything between the following fandoms: Yugioh, X-Men comics, Bleach, Smallville, some variant of old teen movies, etc. I seriously don't remember which one, but ONE of them. lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

All of them. I bleed words. I be rereading my own fanfiction like they're the hottest novels on the stands. I try to read other fanfiction when the mood strikes, but I myself am my target audience, so I be writing things that I know I'm gonna reread years down the line. For example, my HxH fanfics are still my favorite fanfics from the fandom cuz nobody else was writing Hisoka/true!form!Bisky, and few people were dedicated to Melody/Kurapika. I'm a narcissist 👽👽👽

#real talk #ava's ficcing adventures #gpoy

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nimuetheseawitch · 1 year ago

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lunchroom sudoku 👀

I think this one is really cute, and I should definitely convert my extensive notes into an actual complete story. It's a no stargate AU where everyone works for some nameless corporation. Rodney mostly keeps to himself and has a routine of doing the sudoku in the newspaper that gets left in the lunchroom every day until one day he gets there for lunch and someone has already done it! He is furious and hides cameras in the lunchroom to figure out who did it, and then kind of stalks John, who works nights to work with a team in a different time zone. Rodney eventually leaves a scathing note about how it's impolite to ruin the sudoku for everyone else, and then John starts leaving him handwritten sudokus and other puzzles taped to the paper. Eventually, Rodney figures out this is John flirting with him when John stays up late enough to catch Rodney as he gets into work and asks him out for coffee.

Inspired by my own workplace (pre-COVID) and the friend who used to write me personalized crossword puzzles in math class at university.

Excerpt below the cut.

Rodney sat down at the lunchroom table, nodded in silent acknowledgment of his coworkers, and took refuge in the newspaper. He didn't bother to have the paper delivered to his home anymore, instead paying for an online subscription, but there was something satisfying in unfolding the newsprint and the feeling of cheap paper and cheaper dyes. He also used it as a convenient excuse not to have to talk to anyone during his half-hour respite from the work day.

He had finished his lunch (an indulgently large burrito from the stand across the street) and read through both the news sections and the opinion section when he turned in anticipation to the puzzles. Puzzles and dessert were two of Rodney's favorite things and he lets himself indulge in the sudoku and a pudding cup as his reward for making it through yet another morning of office drudgery. So you can imagine his indignation, nay, horror when he scanned down the page only to find the sudoku had already been perfectly completed! He set the paper down in shock and glanced covertly around the room to look for any likely culprits, but it was just the usual handful of people quietly eating lunch: James in the corner with his earbuds in, Martha down the table reading yet another dimestore paperback (this one looked like sci-fi, but her taste seems to run the gamut of genre fiction from mystery/thriller to bodice ripper and everywhere in between), and Ben, who spends his lunch break curled over a cup of coffee and his smartphone next to the outlet. No one new, no one paying the slightest bit of attention to him, and no one who could possibly have sabotaged his weekly ritual.

His afternoon was shot. Rodney spent most of it bitching at Zelenka (who was possibly only still his friend because they worked in different offices) over IM in between unfortunately mandatory meetings. Around 4pm, when there was no chance of him getting anything productive done before heading home, he gave in and called Zelenka to tell him about the sudoku thief and how whoever it was had completely thrown off his rhythm.

#wip #i forgot how much i like this one and how it's all outlined but very little is written

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razorsadness · 5 months ago

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Check out this playlist on @8tracks: scummy summer by matildawhiskey.

First mix of the summer (even though it doesn't feel much like summer today). A lot of new favorites, a lot of long-time favorites. Cover image by Izzy Jarvis, found here: https://flic.kr/p/6AfnhJ. (Does it seem weird to have M.I.A. in between Blatz and Downtown Boys? Well, it sounds AWESOME.)

Patti Smith - Summer Cannibals

Skating Polly - Scummy Summer

Sonic Youth - Hot Wire My Heart

Circus Lupus - Straight Through the Heart

Xerox - Around the Eyes

Suburban Lawns - Mom and Dad and God

Saint Ripper - A Wanting Seed

Calamity Jane - My Spit

Broadzilla - Liquor Snatch

Katherine - Eat Me Out

Hard Bitch - 1 2 Cum

Getaway Car - Whatever You’re Hard On

Red Aunts - Baby Tough Luck

Bikini Kill - Speed Heart

In Defence - Call More Dudes pt. 3 (Girls Are Dudes Too)

Rape Revenge - More Mosh, Less Macho

The Wrecks - I Love to Shoplift

Blatz - Fuk Shit Up

M.I.A. - Paper Planes

Downtown Boys - Break a Few Eggs

Cupid Car Club - Vapor Rub-Out

Dishpit - Violent Rainbows

Russian Top Gun - Funtime

State of Alert - Girl Problems

Descendents - Hateful Notebook

Green Day - Sassafras Roots

U.S. Distress - Jess

Pagans - Fever

Hole - Over the Edge

Bad Cop/Bad Cop - Like, Seriously?

Electrocutes - Daquiri Jacquerie

Sleater-Kinney - Surf Song

#reblogging myself #music #mixes #playlist #8tracks #2015 #summer jams #this one still shreds

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IN - THE - MALL - HE - IS - POLICE BUT -

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HE - SEARCHED - MY - BAG - AND SINCE -

NOTHING - STOLEN - HE - THEY - DIDN'T -

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2 - REMOVE - MY - CLOTHING - WELL -

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THUS - AS - WE - DEVELOP - OUR - OWN YES -

LINE - OF - CLOTHES - LINGERIE - AND -

MORE - ONLY - 2 - MISS UNIVERSE PH -

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JAN - FEB - 10 FEMALES - IN - CUBA -

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HE - ATTACKED - ME -

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ARE - TOGETHER - NOW - SO I -

MUST - LEAVE - 7:30A - DAILY - FOR -

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PRAYER - AS - I'M - SUING THEM AND -

NEW - SECRET - OWNER - OF - EXTRA -

SPACE - STORAGE - OR - I - JUST BUY -

THE - APARTMENTS - ON - R SIDE YES -

AFTER - HOUSE - ON - 250 SW 11 ST -

BUYING - THAT - AND - MAKING - A -

STORAGE - BUILDING - INCREASING -

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CALL - DEMOCRATS - STORAGE

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BETTER - SIZES - $0.25 - PER - DAY - YES

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ARE TRAVELING - U - CAN - PUT - YOUR

LUGGAGE - IN - THERE - USING - INDIA's

GRANITE - FLOORS - SUPER - FAST YES

ELEVATORS - SHOWERS - $0.25 - FOR -

30 MIN - FREE - SHAMPOO - CONDITIONER -

FREE - MOUSE - ATTACHED - BLOW DRYER -

FREE - TOWELS - WASHERS - DRYERS AND -

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YOUR - MACHINE - LOOKS - LIKE - YES -

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NOT FURNISHED - $0.25 - EACH DAY -

HOTEL - ROOMS - PER - 1 MONTH IN -

ADVANCE - FULL - KITCHEN - TALL -

REFRIGERATORS - MICROWAVE - & -

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1 FLOOR - 24/7 - GROCERY - ALSO - PUBS -

THERE - KARAOKE - PUB - ROOMS - YES -

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FAVORITE - COOK - YOUR - MEATS - OR -

SOMEONE - DOES - 4 U - KOREAN BBQ -

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HEAVEN - 4 - ME - AMERICAN - ALSO -

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SELLING - ALL - HOLIDAYS - SMALL -

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credince--writes · 2 years ago

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Establishment

Jitters Au

AO3

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

...

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

#Jitters Au #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mwii

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elsewhereuniversity · 3 years ago

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Archivist, I beg your assistance. Like any creative, I got into The Flow while sketching out of doors. One of the Gentry came upon me, saw my works before I could close the sketchbook, and demanded I make Her the dress I had drawn. Please, might I check out the sewing kit for a time? I'll bring it back. Even if I don't come back to stay.

Certainly you may have it, and I hope that its every eccentricity can be be turned towards your task, somehow. With all the best will in the world, you shall receive (and please, do not feel obligated to return them):

The sewing kit itself is bundled into a hatbox, lovingly hand-embroidered and fitted with many separation trays. An unusual amount of separation trays, in fact, which always seem to be the right shape to contain the new horrors I keep dropping in there.

A golden needle hanging on a loop of glowing white thread like a pendant on a necklace. The needle is perfectly sharp but will never injure the owner - although I don’t know how it will interact with the thimble that guarantees a needle will injure the owner.

A set of needles made from the bones of an unknown creature, which if used to draw blood can then use it as if it is violently crimson thread

A single tapestry needle, which also clearly drew blood at one point; the blood is OA- and really should not be, although I do not know if that’s the fault of the needle

An unusable thimble that cannot be removed from the little paper bag it is in, and burns anyone who makes the attempt

A thimble that guarantees you’ll prick your finger, and in exchange can push a needle through virtually anything

A needle threader that will always measure out the exact length of thread you need, but which will occasionally simply delete the needle’s eye

A seam ripper which cuts through any and all charmed thread as if it is normal, although it’s rather dull when used on normal thread

A small turtle with a shell just magnetic enough to hold pins and needles; I believe it may be made of metal, but the enamel covering (if it is so) is almost impossibly well done.

A piece of partially used tailor’s chalk which causes the wearer of any garment it’s used for to contort hideously and violently

Three pieces of tailor’s chalk which will always draw lines which are precisely where they should be and last exactly as long as you need them

Pattern weights shaped like rare frogs, which cheerfully and constantly critique finished projects

A packet of various pattern pieces which appear mundane until one attempts to figure out what they’re patterns for, at which point they begin to take rather distressing shapes

One cherry wood button bearing the insignia of a hart rampant, which calms the heart and breath and mind when touched

Seven black buttons which appear to be perfectly normal, except that when sewn to a stuffed animal they begin to blink in a way that makes it obvious they are eyes, and have been the whole time

A spool of thread that is a lie

A spool of thread that is impossibly fine, and extremely sharp under tension as a result

A ribbon that affixes itself to one’s person in the most visually pleasing shape and color it is able to.

A ribbon of faintly glowing chartreuse, indistinguishable from glow-in-the-dark trinkets except that it doesn’t require any light to maintain its glow

A great length of copper wire, entirely wrapped in blue string, which has minor protective qualities

Two spools of what is either crimson thread or fine copper wire, which seems to change at random

High-strings from a once high-strung individual, invisible but very tensioned

A fork with a simple rose design on the handle, which if jammed into the workings of a machine will fix any (non-fork-related) problems

A sewing tin that eats scraps, and may take your fingertips with it if you’re not careful

Copper knitting needles fixed together with resin, which now seem to operate as a kind of dowsing device

Srossics, which are dull on the insides and sharp on the outside, but cut through daydreams well enough

#cackling and rubbing my hands together as i go to look through the Current Charms #the crazed sewing kit ii #long post #charms #the ones that have no link #are because tumblr has decided the post doesn't exist #and no amount of searching has been able to find them

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