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the fact he’s not inside me 😔

[therealcocoshady]

Kinktober - Day 5 - Knifeplay

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A/N : Hey guys ! Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate 👀. Here is what I wrote for the Knifeplay prompt ! It was inspired by that one Ask I got a while ago. I hope you enjoy it 😏

CW : DID - Slim Shady alter - Knifeplay - Jealousy

Marshall stared at the lake, its surface calm under the late afternoon sun, an ironic contrast to the storm twisting inside his chest. This weekend was supposed to be a step forward, a chance to show you that he could be the partner you deserved, that he could put you first for once. He knew being his girlfriend wasn’t easy, what with all the walls and boundaries he had built up over the years, and he was more than grateful that you stuck around, in spite of all the frustration you sometimes felt. Now, you had never been stupid enough to think that being Eminem’s girlfriend would be all fun and games. Sure, there were perks, like getting some previews of music he’d been working on, or him being able to treat you to sweet gifts and flowers on the regular. But deep down, both of you knew that some of these attentions weren’t exactly selfless, that they were nothing but an attempt to make up for all the things he wasn’t able to give you. To his credit, Marshall did his best to accommodate you and keep you happy. He was a good boyfriend, caring and affectionate, and he understood just how frustrating it was that he didn’t take you places or claim you publicly. As nice and understanding as you were, he also knew that you wished for more commitment, too. After all, it wasn’t exactly stupid to want to move in with your partner after two years of dating, and he couldn’t blame you. 

However, the rules were the rules and he was adamant that they be kept in place. No spending more than one night at each other’s place, and no moving in together. Ever. In the early stages of your relationship, he had played it cool, as if he were distant but, eventually, you had come to understand that there was more to it. After a while, he told you the truth : yes, he had trauma and he had built walls, but that wasn’t all of it. These walls and boundaries weren’t just for him. They were meant to keep you safe, too. When he first mentioned Slim, you thought he was taking the « alter ego » thing a little further but he clarified the situation for you : Slim was not just some artistic project. He was an actual person, a part of him. His alter. A distinct identity that shared his body, with its own personality and memories. He had tried to break it down for you explaining what dissociative identity disorder was, that it was a result of early childhood trauma and that Slim had emerged as a protective figure. They called it a « minimal system ». Most people with DID tend to have more alters but, in his case, it was just him and Slim. 

You had never met Slim and he intended to keep it that way. At the ripe age of 52, he had been alive and diagnosed long enough to know the damage Slim could cause. Sure, getting sober had helped keep him under control, but he didn’t trust him. Especially not around you. You were far too precious for him to take the risk of letting Slim ruin what you had, the beautiful relationship you had created. Hence the rules and his insistence on respecting them. However, you had been so sad, lately, that he wanted to cheer you up. And when you told him you needed more, that the only thing he could do to make things better would be to spend some actual time together, he ended up caving in. After all, Slim had not fronted in quite some time, and things were good between the two of you. So the probabilities that something wrong happened were quite low at the moment. He decided to indulge you and plan a romantic weekend not too far from home, taking you to his lake house. 

Yet, now that you were here, under the same roof for an extended time period, those familiar coils of anxiety tightened, making every breath a little harder, his thoughts jumpy and spiraling. Slim’s presence had quieted over the years, , but the more he felt for you, the more Slim became this lurking possibility. Slim was the hurt, the anger, the guy who fought back, and as much as Marshall cared for you, Slim didn’t trust you—or anyone else—to stay without hurting him. He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts aside as he washed a glass, hearing your soft laughter from the next room. He wanted this. He wanted to trust you. But that fear of Slim surfacing, of ruining what he had built, gnawed at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch. You deserved someone whole. But for her, he was willing to try. “Just keep it together, man,” he muttered to himself. You had stepped out to the dock for a bit, giving him a moment alone, and he’d almost relaxed, enough to breathe. But then he heard your phone chime on the counter beside him. The screen flashed with a notification from someone he didn’t recognize. It was just a message, innocent, probably nothing. But something about it twisted inside his mind, a taunting reminder of the betrayals he’d faced before, the people who’d let him down just when he’d let his guard down. He’d been cheated on and betrayed before. And Slim had been the one to pick up the pieces. 

The familiar cold slither crept up his spine. Slim. Before he knew it, that tense grip loosened, and the whole world around him shifted. Slim was fronting.

When you returned to the house, there was a lightness in your eyes. It had taken two years for Marshall to take you on a romantic getaway, and you were enjoying every second of it. Far from home, in the serenity of his secluded lake house, you were feeling at peace. As you kicked off your shoes by the door, you lovingly glanced at him. However, you quickly noticed that something was off. The way he was standing, holding himself seemed… different. There was something darker, more menacing about him, in the way he was leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, his gaze hard and unyielding. You could see his mouth twitch into a smirk that was all but friendly. 

"Marshall?" you asked, your voice tentative, but you knew the answer before you even asked. Something in his stance, the dangerous intensity of his gaze, screamed Slim. Or, at least, the idea that you had of him, based on the description offered by Marshall.  He laughed, low and sharp, the sound echoing in the small room. "Marshall? Nah, baby. He’s… busy right now," he said, voice laced with contempt, eyes narrowing as he looked you over. There was an edge to him, a palpable threat that sent chills down your spine.

“Thought I’d fall for it?” Slim hissed, voice dripping with a venom you had never heard before. “Playing all sweet, acting like you’re different. Like you’d ever get him, really get him.” He took a step closer, his eyes dark and fierce, locking onto you with the intensity of a predator sizing up his prey.Your instincts were screaming for you to back away, to put distance between yourself and this stranger wearing Marshall’s face, but you held your ground. You knew this was part of him, knew the pain he carried, and despite the rush of fear coursing through you, you held his gaze.

“Slim,” you said, voice steady despite the trembling of your hands. “I know you’re just trying to protect him.” At that, Slim’s face twisted, and he laughed sharply, a humorless, biting sound. “Protect him? Protecting him means keeping you out.” In a flash, he grabbed the kitchen knife off the counter, the cold steel glinting as he held it up between the two of you. Your heart raced, and you pressed yourself back against the wall, body tensing as he moved closer, the tip of the knife grazing your skin. “You think you’re something special, huh? Like you’ll last?”.  He pinned you there, his free hand pressed against the wall beside you, keeping you locked in place as his dark gaze bore into yours. The anger radiating off him was electric, a force you could feel thrumming in the air between them.

“I know you’re scared, Slim,” you whispered, your voice still steady. You tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, the adrenaline making your heart beat so loudly you thought he could hear it. “I know you think you have to protect him. But I’m not here to hurt him. Or you.” For a second, the aggression in his stance wavered, his grip on the knife loosening slightly as his eyes flashed with something raw and unfiltered. But just as quickly, he shook his head, a sneer curling his lips. “You think it’s that easy?” he hissed, pressing a little closer, the blade still poised between the two of you.

Slim’s eyes blazed as he stared down at you, the tension thick in the air between you, knife gleaming dangerously close to your throat. “You don’t get it, do you?” he spat, voice a low, venomous rasp. “I’m here to make sure nobody hurts him again. Not now, not ever. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him.” His grip on the knife tightened, but he never crossed that line into true harm. “I’ve never had to hurt anyone bad enough to get the message across,” he continued, eyes narrowing. “But if I have to, I will. Happily.” Your heart pounded, adrenaline flooding your system, and despite the danger, or maybe because of it, a strange thrill twisted low in your stomach. You had never felt this kind of fear—or excitement. Slim’s intensity, his protectiveness, and the gleam of the blade caught the deepest parts of you off guard. Your gaze lingered on the knife, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, and you knew he noticed.

Slim’s eyes sharpened as he caught your reaction, his smirk returning with a dark amusement. “Really?” he taunted, a glint of something new in his expression. “You’re a freak, aren’t you? Getting all hot and bothered over a knife?”. Heat flushed your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. If anything, you felt herself drawn in deeper by his dark gaze, the thrill of his proximity. You knew it wasn’t exactly Marshall you were looking at, but they did share a body, and he was still incredibly attractive. You had always loved his warmth, his kindness. But Slim’s temper, the danger it had to it, was a different kind of attraction. “Maybe,” you murmured, voice soft but unwavering. You knew better than to deny it; there was something about this raw, protective side of him that drew her in, just as much as Marshall’s gentleness did. If anything, it meant that Slim loved Marshall as much as you did. 

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling lowly. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted over your skin. “Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought. Maybe you really can handle this.” His hand shifted, pressing the blade just lightly enough against your throat to remind you of its presence, to push the line between danger and control. “We need someone who won’t be scared,” he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. “Someone who can take me just as much as they can take him.” Your pulse quickened, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. “I’m not scared of you, Slim,” you said, your voice steady, eyes bright with both fear and thrill. “I can handle you.”

That was all it took for Slim to close the gap between you, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce, bruising kiss, his free hand gripping your waist with a possessiveness that was rougher, hungrier than anything you had ever felt with Marshall. He moved with a raw intensity, a desperation almost, as though testing your resolve, pushing your limits. And you met him with equal fervor, embracing the dark, powerful energy he radiated. The cold steel of the knife on you was possessive and firm, as he pulled you closer, pinning you against him, as though he wanted to devour you completely, to test every limit. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low rasp, both mocking and appreciative. He looked at you with something raw, a flicker of respect mingled with a dark desire. “Maybe you’re worth more than I thought.” But even as Slim’s rough, hungry kiss pressed you to the edge of your senses, you could feel hints of Marshall beneath the surface—the softness in the way he cradled your head, the familiar tilt of his head as he deepened the kiss. It was Marshall you loved, yet in Slim, you could see all those broken pieces, the fragments of him he kept locked away.

The intensity of the moment blurred your sense of time, lost in the way Slim held you, kissed you, made you feel alive in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. But then, in a flash, his grip softened, his lips pulling away as he blinked, looking around as though waking from a nightmare. Marshall was back.

He looked down at his hand, still gripping the knife near your throat, and his eyes widened in horror, the color draining from his face. He dropped the knife as if it had burned him, stumbling back, his breaths ragged and shallow.

“Oh God, Babe—” His voice was a strangled whisper, trembling as he took another step back. “What… what did I do? I didn’t mean-…Oh my God…” He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze darting from you to the knife, to the place he had just been, with no memory of what had just happened, only the knowledge that he had held a knife to you and the terror that he might have hurt the woman he loved.

Marshall’s hands shook as he looked from the knife  to you, horror contorting his expression. He could barely process the scene that had just unfolded—the knife, the intensity, the awareness of Slim's presence so close to you. And that he had been the one holding it—that thought alone made his stomach churn. “Babe…” His voice was barely above a whisper, raw with anguish. “I could’ve… I could’ve hurt you.” His breaths came in shallow, frantic gasps, and he ran a hand over his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “You need to leave. Now.” You took a step toward him, but he shook his head, stumbling back as if the sight of you near him only twisted the knife of his guilt deeper. “Don’t come closer. Please. I can’t—I can’t risk it, not after this. I don’t trust myself. I don’t… I don’t trust him.” His words broke your heart. There was nothing you wanted more than to show him that you were alright, that Slim had not harmed you. 

“Marshall.” Your voice was calm, steady, a soft anchor in the whirlwind of his panic. “I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m not hurt.” He opened his eyes, and they were red, glossy with a frantic kind of pain. “I can’t let you risk it,” he said, his voice breaking. “You don’t understand—Slim, he could hurt you. I thought I could control it, but I don’t know if I can. Not around you. I love you too much to risk it. Please, you have to go.” But you stepped closer, ignoring the way his body flinched, determined to close the gap between the two of you. You reached out, taking his trembling hands in yours, grounding him in your warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, Marshall,” you said softly. “I see you—all of you. And none of it scares me. I know you, and I know you’d never truly hurt me.” His hands shook harder, the guilt and disbelief warring in his eyes. “You don’t get it,” he choked out, staring at your joined hands as though afraid to accept your touch. “I thought that too, but-. I’m not worth the risk anyway.”

You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you, your eyes gentle but resolute. “Marshall, I see you,” you repeated, your voice unwavering. “Every part of you. Slim too. And I’m not afraid.” He searched your face, as if desperately trying to find some hint of fear, a reason to pull away. But all he could see was your unshaken gaze, your steady presence, a strength he hadn’t expected but needed so deeply. His breath hitched, the remnants of his panic still hovering, but your words sank into him, easing the frantic beat of his heart. “Nothing will drive me away,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Slim had the opportunity to hurt me but he didn’t. If anything… He might actually like me.”

His expression softened, the fear giving way to a fragile kind of hope, and he let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as he absorbed your words. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his grip tentative at first but growing as he leaned into it, letting go of the guilt that had weighed him down. However, the relief Marshall felt in your arms was short-lived, giving way to an unsettling, creeping feeling. You hadn’t flinched. You’d looked him straight in the eyes, not with fear but with something else—something bolder, fiercer. He pulled back just enough to search your face, piecing together fragments of their brief, hazy conversation. His mind replayed those last few moments and he felt his stomach tighten, a bitter taste creeping into his mouth.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice barely audible, laced with a suspicion he didn’t want to acknowledge. “When I was… gone—did Slim…? What did he do ?” He couldn’t finish, his words halting as he scanned your expression, looking for answers he wasn’t sure he wanted. Your eyes flickered with a hesitant vulnerability, your cheeks flushing as you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze. You swallowed, then nodded, just slightly. “He… yeah. We kissed,” you admitted softly, your tone cautious, trying to gauge his reaction.

Marshall’s heart stuttered, the ground seeming to drop beneath him. A pang of jealousy and anger twisted in his chest, sharp and unexpected. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he took a shaky step back. “You made out with him?” he demanded, his voice low and tense. “With Slim?” Your gaze snapped back to his, your brows furrowing slightly. “Marshall, it’s still you—all of you. I see that.”

But his mind couldn’t process that. It was a part of him, yes, but Slim wasn’t him. Slim was the darkness, the rage he’d spent his life trying to keep buried. And now, the idea of him with you—kissing you, holding you—sent a possessive wave through him he couldn’t shake. “Y/N, you don’t understand.” His voice was tight, almost pleading. “Slim isn’t…he isn’t me. Not really. And now he got close to you. Too close.” You took a step toward him, but he tensed, his fists clenching and unclenching as he battled the feelings roiling inside him. Jealousy, betrayal, fear—all simmering together in a painful cocktail. Your voice softened, gentle but firm. “Marshall, it’s all of you I’m here for. I knew Slim was a part of you. I didn’t expect to meet him like this, but… but I chose to be here, no matter what. That doesn’t change.” 

“But you kissed him,” he repeated, his tone accusatory, a mix of anger and confusion. “You’re mine, Y/N. I can’t… I can’t handle the thought of him touching you.” His voice broke slightly, the vulnerability raw and unfiltered. You stepped closer again, reaching out to him, your hand finding his. “Marshall, listen to me,” you said, your voice steady, anchoring him. “It was you. Even if Slim’s different, even if he’s the parts of you that hurt and protect, he’s still part of you. And that’s who I love—all of you.”

He hesitated, his jealousy still sharp, but you could tell that your words were beginning to soothe him. You squeezed his hand, your thumb tracing small circles on his skin, and he let himself breathe, trying to absorb the truth of your words. It didn’t come easy, and a part of him still seethed, still wrestled with the possessiveness clawing at him. But he felt the strength of your presence, the certainty in your gaze. “You’re still mine,” he murmured, the edge of jealousy in his voice softening. “I just… I need to know that no part of me, even Slim, can take you away from me.” You smiled, your gaze unwavering as you nodded. “I’m yours, Marshall. And nothing—not even Slim—will change that.” And you meant it. Every word. Your heart belonged to Marshall, but you wondered if Slim was some kind of hope you could hold on to, a way you could finally have more of Marshall. 

[elliespuns]

Do you have any Joel Headcanons?

1. Joel and Tommy packing their bags and taking Sarah camping every month in spring and summer, and Joel spending time with her by teaching her how to fish (as he was taught by his father).

2. Joel wouldn't want kids when he was young, but once he knew his girlfriend was expecting a girl, it breathed life into him, and so he decided to marry her and making her his wife, to show her he was there for both her and his baby girl.

3. Joel is actually a pretty good dancer, but he doesn't tell anyone.

4. Joel can get pretty goofy at times when he feels comfortable (ahem, with Ellie, of course). He would tease her by sneaking behind her, tickling her, and running away, not to get the same treatment. Because god knows the girl gives hard punches. He would also do this thing where he would dance comically to some ridiculous song whenever he'd see Ellie's down, always successful in making her laugh.

5. Joel has a sweet tooth and nobody knows about it but Ellie. He wasn't like this when he was young but the older he gets, the more tasty the candy is.

6. Joel eventually telling Ellie the truth about him and his ex-wife.

7. Joel never shaves his beard because in his words, his face would look like a "baby's butt".

8. Joel playing around with Ellie in clothing stores when trying on new clothes whenever they needed to change into new ones on the road.

9. Joel and Tess starting their relationship after getting wasted and having sex.

10. Young Joel would be watching cooking programs and learning to cook this way when he became a single dad.

11. Joel was sad when Ellie decided to move to her little shed, but he wouldn't say it out loud because he wanted her to have some privacy.

12. Jackson Joel smells like leather, mint, and cedarwood, with a hint of a cheap soap that he uses not only for his body but for his hair too. When he's on duty in town, it's all that but with a hint of strong sweat.

13. Ellie calls Joel "Texas" this one time to tease him about his accent, unaware of the fact that Tess used to do that (in a completely different manner), and obviously, he can't tell her; he just smiles instead, eliciting a curious, toothy "What?" from her.

14. Whenever Joel feels like it's been too much, he sits by his kitchen window with a cup of coffee, and he'd lie if he said that spotting the light in Ellie's window wouldn't calm him down. Just knowing she's there, alive and well, and in his life.

15. Joel can imitate the intro to Eminem's "Slim Shady" and this one time he does it in front of Ellie when she finds the CD and plays it out loud in his living room. It makes her laugh so hard that she makes him do it repeatedly whenever she remembers he can do it because the fact she doesn't even know who this evidently famous rapper is and Joel does is somehow chucklesome.

16. Joel wanted so badly to talk to Ellie about Kat when he heard some rumors, but he decided to keep quiet regardless. He was worried about coming off as nosy (also, they weren't that close at that time which didn't help).

17. Joel hates wearing boxers because as he says, his junk "can't breathe".

18. Joel is too old for playing video games (and so bad at it), but he loves playing Tekken with baby Ellie because beating his ass every damn time makes her smile.

19. Joel enjoys watching horror movies with baby Ellie because whenever she gets spooked, she immediately gets clingy, and what she does is grab onto him (his hand, arm, or lay her head on his thighs), and this is what he lives for.

20. Joel calling Ellie "pumpkin" during the whole Halloween month and driving her nuts with it; "Do I look like a fucking pumpkin?" - "When you pout like this? Definitely."

21. Joel traded his ass (and maybe his front, who the hell knows) for those damn coffee beans

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

Spiderdemon AU Characters

I figured it would be easier if I made a list of all the character roles for Spiderdemon with the Inky Mystery characters. Might be the best way to avoid making things confusing, and in case people have questions then this can hopefully help.

I'm mostly sticking with spiderman characters, because if I included ALL marvel characters I might lose my marbles. (though Felix would be a cool Iron Man.)

Now then, lets get started.

-First of all, The Devil is the Green Goblin. He'd just be called The Devil when out terrorizing people in his villain suit, while he's known as Lucifer, a rich business owner and a powerful figure in Toon Town.

-Dice is Kingpin. Handling the shady business so his boss can keep a good public image.

-Cuphead and Mugman both share the role similar to the Prowler. Though Cuphead goes by Red Diamond and Mugman Blue Spade. Both of them dress as how they dress in Inky Mystery when out working, but they both wear hoods to cover their heads, and smiling masks that look like their cartoon version faces. Adding a creepy twist when they're out on the job.

Both of them use guns. mostly special guns that fire unique and different bullets.

Cuphead, though, has a unique trick.

He has a mechanical arm. He keeps the fact hidden, and wears a special cover over said arm so people don't notice his arm isn't flesh when he's out as a civilian. When out on the field, it doubles as a backup gun.

Though when he got the arm, he wasn't told about a certain SURPRISE that was in the damn thing. Cuphead didn't exactly like said surprise for many reasons in the beginning.

While both Cupbros share the role of Prowler, only Cuphead has this role.

He's also Venom.

It was NOT pretty in the beginning. Cuphead was scared out of his mind when Venom first bonded with his body.

It was a rough time adjusting to it, but by the time Bendy becomes more serious with the hero thing, Cuphead and Venom would have great team work together and be damn good at the jobs they have to do.

Doesn't mean they always get along.

Venom: LET ME EAT HIM.

Cuphead: No. Get over it.

Venom: HE ATE THE LAST OF THE TATER TOTS! LET ME EAT HIM!

Cuphead: I'm not letting you eat my brother over cussing potatoes you big baby!

Mugman overheard that and promised to buy more later to calm Venom down. (Venom wouldn't actually eat Mugman, he just won't admit he's emotionally attached.)

-Holly would have the role of Mary Jane. Curious about Spiderdemon while being friends with Bendy during highschool and probably has a blog reporting all the good things Spiderdemon does. Since she's a couple years older though, before she goes to college, she tells Bendy he better not get himself killed until he can answer all her questions about his powers.

Bendy groaned over how he got busted and he thought he was doing a good job hiding his identity from his friend.

After being busted by her, Holly helps out with whatever she can so Bendy can be more prepared to save the day. Like doing research on criminal organizations or people running from the law, so Bendy can have a better idea on what to expect.

-Oddswell would be The Lizard in this AU. Bendy as Spiderdemon went to him in the beginning for medical help when he'd get hurt in battles, but then things happened that made Oddswell turn into a mutant gecko monster.

He was also Bendy's primary doctor when he was sick and dying in the hospital before getting spider powers. He thought it was suspicious that Bendy healed so fast when his chances were extremely slim. He did tests on Bendy and found some, interesting, things. He suspected Wilson had something to do with it with how quickly he left the hospital after his last visit.

But considering how Wilson was a good friend of his, Oddswell kept quiet, and kept those test results on Bendy secret for his safety knowing if word got out, Bendy would get a lot of unpleasant attention.

-Alice would be Doc Oc, but instead of extra robotic tentacles,  they'd be large robotic and deadly angel wings. She'd be known as Dr. Angel.

She ended up working for the same people that made the spider Wilson stole. Hoping to help people find a way to improve medical aid. Volunteering to do whatever it took to benefit mankind.

She doesn't realize until too late that she's being used by people who will do more harm than good. Not until robotic angel wings are fused to her body that can't be taken off.

It makes her resent Spiderdemon in the beginning. How this happened to her because he got his powers from the spider that was stolen, and now the people she works for will go to any length to get him.

- Oswald is a retired version of Black Cat, but used to go by Lucky Rabbit.

He got mixed up in a life of crime when he was going through things at a younger age, stealing to sell for profit. But then when he realized that wasn't what he wanted to do with his life, he put that all behind him, married Ortensia, and started a family with her before she passed.

Lucky Rabbit has a bit of a history with Felix. Since in this AU Felix still finds old relics that can be worth a fortune, when he was young and was starting his career, Lucky Rabbit stole an artifact Felix was hoping would help people.

At that point Oswald would be a bit smug over his skills, returning to the scene of the crime as a civilian and blend in with the spectators. who are there watching reporters covering what happened as police study the crime scene, looking baffled over how there's barely any clues.

But as he's leaving, he overhears something in another room, and takes a peak. Finding Wilson comforting Felix who's devastated over how Lucky Rabbit stole the artifact and is blaming himself for letting so many people down.

That's the first time Oswald starts feeling guilty and questioning what he's doing.

- Cala takes the role of Sandman. Though she'd be called Sand Gorgon.

Before she got her powers, she used to use a wheelchair. But when she got the power to manipulate sand, she used her powers to wrap a layer of sand around her legs to help her stand up and walk.

When using her powers to fight, her entire lower body is covered in sand, making it look like she has a tail instead of legs.

And water isn't a huge weakness for her. In fact she can manipulate sand underwater to help her swim at incredible speed.

She's also known for using her powers to trap enemies in sand, and make the sand harden together until it becomes stone. Practically turning people into stone statues.

-Lady Facilier takes the role of Kraven the Hunter. She uses Voodoo to hunt people she finds useful to her or is paid VERY well to kill someone.

-Brute takes the role of Rhino, though instead of a crazy dangerous rhino armor suit, Brute dresses in a deadly wolf armor suit. Calls himself Wolf.

-Fanny takes the role of Electro, calling herself Electric Cotton. She used to do crime with Oswald when he was Lucky Rabbit, but when he gave that up, Fanny made some choices that left her in a less than ideal lifestyle.

She's now stuck as a medic for Dice and Devil's employees/minions and occasionally has to do dirty work.

She's the only medic Cuphead and Mugman trust at least.

Brute also doesn’t lay a finger on her in this AU, because he knows she’ll FRY HIM. Doesn’t stop him from being a POS partner though.

-Sarah is Mysterio in this au. She calls herself Nightmare because she can use her illusions to make people's worst nightmares and trap them in a personal hell.

There are rumors about her that she's a lot older than she looks, because all people see when they look at her is an unsettling little girl. No one dares to try confirming that though.

-Pete’s Jay Jonah Jameson. Working on the news station and calling Spiderdemon a menace.

Bendy usually ignores it, but when he's feeling petty, some of his black webbing hits Pete’s office window or car at the news station when fighting a villain. 

Boris later watches Pete on tv yelling about spider demon's terrible aim.

Boris: ... You did that purpose, didn't you?

Bendy: Nooooo.

Boris: Bendy you hit his car 5 times with webs while every other car in that lot was clean!

Bendy: Not my fault the badguy was near his car 5 times.

Bendy does however have to talk Boris out of hacking Pete’s phone to mess with him and his script he worked on for the news channel. He doesn’t want him getting caught and arrested for a prank.

-Granny is Bendy and Boris’ sweet little elderly neighbor. They help out sometimes and keep her company. She used to watch the boys for Felix whenever he’s out of town for a few days until Bendy was old enough, and healthy enough, to watch Boris by himself. She still cooks for the family of three sometimes and is dubbed their honorary grandmother.

Though she scares the daylights out of Bendy when he’s out as Spiderdemon and sees Granny hitting a badguy with her cane if she’s there when he’s fighting. He quickly gets her out of there before the badguy gets over their shock and puts her somewhere safe.

Bendy: Ma’am, you’re the coolest elderly lady ever, but PLEASE never do that again.

Granny: Oh like I’m going to let some bully beat up a helpful young man such as yourself. *pats his face sweetly* Kick his butt dear.

and that's all I got for the characters in this AU. I might come up with more character roles down the line, but for now, this is it.

Hope you all enjoy!! :)

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #51 Ain’t gonna give in

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Disclaimer:

Lyrics for the charisma break has not been translated due it being beyond my current capabilities to make it work in English.

Amahiko: Fumiya-san

Amahiko: Is that “dangerous organization” holding that one young boy Sarukawa-kun knows captive?

Fumiya: It doesn’t look like it, but they’re frantically looking for him

Fumiya: I’m sure they’ll contact Kei about it

Fumiya: That’s why I wanted to see with my own eyes as to who we’re dealing with

Amahiko: You can only look. Don’t step out of line and take any risks.

Fumiya: I know.

Rikai: How utterly troubling.

Amahiko: Rikai-san!?

Fumiya: Huh

Rikai: That terrible conduct of his on a daily basis got him swallowed up in such trouble.

Rikai: What an ape, as I knew there’s not an ounce of order in him.

Amahiko: W-why are you here

Rikai: Nothing escapes the Superintendent General

Rikai: A trainer of morons has no time to rest.

Amahiko: In other words, you’re worried about Sarukawa-kun?

Rikai: I’m NOT worried! All of it is for the sake of order!

Amahiko: Hmm..

Fumiya: Stop

Amahiko & Rikai: ?

Fumiya: They’re here

(Voices from other guys can be hard)

Fumiya: No mistake that it’s them

Amahiko: I see. Quite a bunch of rowdy boys.

Fumiya: Let’s go around. I wanna see what we’re dealing with

Amahiko: Understood.

Amahiko: Huh? Where’s Rikai-san?

Fumiya: Eh?

(Rikai going against the guys)

Rikai: All of you, may I possibly have a word with you?

Amahiko: EEEEH?

Fumiya: You gotta be kidding me

Shady guy: Haah!? What’cha want you motherfucker!

Rikai: It’s not motherfucker. That’s Rikai-oniisan for you.

Shady guy: You fuckin’ with us or what!

(PPPPPPPPIIII)

Rikai: What terrible language you’re using. Go back to elementary school and start over from there.

Shady guy: We’re fucking killing ya!

(PPPPPPPPIIII)

Rikai: Property damage. Criminal intimidation.

Shady guy 2: The hell you want

Rikai: You must know an idiot by the name of Wolf, yes? I am in charge of training him.

Rikai: I implore you to not involve yourselves with him anymore from this point on.

Shady guy: He’s…! He knows Wolf..!

Shady guy 2: OI!

(They all grab Rikai and run off with him)

Rikai: Come now, cease this violence.

Rikai: You fools cease this vio-

(Rikai gets taken away by car)

Fumiya & Amahiko: Eeeeeh……..

-

Iori: R-Rikai-kun got sweeped awaaaay!? HYEEEEE—!

Ohse: Is he safe?

Amahiko: I cannot say

Ohse: …..!

Terra: Fumiya-kun?

Fumiya: My bad. I underestimated the Superintendent General. Has he confronted others like that before?

Terra: I mean he is an idiot.

Iori: Saru-chan.. what do we do…?

Sarukawa: As if I give a shit

Sarukawa: He’s a dumbass that bit more than he could chew

Iori: How could you say that!

Sarukawa: He’s convinced everything he does is right, can’t fuckin’ stand it

Sarukawa: Also I told you to stay outta it, you idiots!

Ohse: …

Sarukawa: Hah? What

Ohse: Please take that back.

Sarukawa: Haah?

Ohse: He went because he was thinking of you, didn’t he. So take it back.

Sarukawa: Shuddup

Ohse: I’ll kill myself in exchange.

(Ohse pulls out his knife)

Sarukawa: WOAH Stop stop! That’s cheating!

Ohse: Take it back.

Sarukawa: Calm down!

Amahiko: So what do we do?

Terra: Call the police?

Fumiya: We can’t. Given the whole situation.

Iori: Because Ryuu-kun’s also involved.

Fumiya: Exactly

Terra: But if we don’t hurry up Rikai-kun might be…

Amahiko: What can we do?

Fumiya, Terra, Iori, Amahiko: ….

(Sarukawa leaves)

Iori: Ah, Saru-chan! Where are you going?

Sarukawa: Hah? To the enemies’ hideout obviously

Iori: Huuh!? Now!?

Terra: You plan on going alone!?

Sarukawa: Yeah

Amahiko: Wait, Sarukawa-kun!

Fumiya: Kei, we understand how you feel but reconsider it for a sec

Fumiya: You’re going against an organization, the chances of winning are slim

Terra: You’ll just end up being a sacrifice, think about the risks

Amahiko: If possible avoid conflict and settle it peacefully.

Iori: Actually there’s no way they don’t have demands, I don’t think you’d be able to sort that out well

Ohse: ……

Sarukawa: Ya don’t get it

Sarukawa: The hell you guys been goin’ on about?

Fumiya, Terra, Iori, Amahiko: Huh?

Sarukawa: Rikai got taken

Sarukawa: Which is why I’m gonna take him right back

Sarukawa: Won’t win? I’d be a sacrifice? Settle peacefully?

Sarukawa: YOU GUYS GOT SHIT FOR BRAINS OR SOMETHING!

Sarukawa: Don’t you GET it!?

Sarukawa: You bastard’s buddy got taken away!

Sarukawa: And are you all just gonna sit here and waste time ‘cuz ya wont shut the fuck up or what!

Fumiya, Terra, Iori, Amahiko: ….!

Iori: Saru-chan….

Sarukawa: Where the hell do you guys put your foot down

Sarukawa: Mine’s here.

Sarukawa: Ain’t movin’ it for even a millimeter.

Sarukawa: No is no.

Fumiya: Kei!

-

Shady guy: You get it now, Wolf

Shady guy: Dare to pull any stunts and our hostage’s gonna pay for it

Shady guy 2: Well if you keep shut and do what your told, we won’t put a finger on him

(Sarukawa starts beating the guys up)

Shady guy 3: Wolf you fucker!

Shady guy 2: Bastard…

Shady guy: Do you even give a shit ‘bout the hostage! Listen to us or we’re killing him!

Sarukawa: SHUT UUUUUP! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

Sarukawa: I’m a beast! And I’ll fuckin’ eat anyone who comes near me alive!!!

(They all start fighting)

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun!

Terra: Fumiya-kun!

Ohse: …..

Sarukawa: RIKAAAAAAAAAAAAI!!!!

-

Fumiya: Man. That was close.

Amahiko: My sexy attack was overwhelmingly effective, wasn’t it.

Terra: Same for my beauty beam.

Amahiko & Terra: Amazing! Our sexy beauty pair!

Iori: Why are these two unscathed? How did they do it?

Rikai: Uuh.. uh..

Iori: Rikai-kun, are you okay!?

Rikai: My apologies everyone, I’ve terribly inconvenienced you all this time

Ohse: It’d be better to not move

Rikai: I’ll be okay

Rikai: Saru…

Rikai: It’s necessary that I say this to you

Rikai: For the fact that you came to save me…

Rikai: ….

Rikai: …….

Rikai: …Thank you.

Amahiko: Rikai-san…

Terra: Rikai-kun

Iori: C’mon. Saru-chan you say something too.

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun…

Fumiya: Kei

Terra: Sarukawa-kun. A single word will do

Sarukawa: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU IDIOTS!!!

Everyone: HUH!?

Sarukawa: The fuck are you all on about, gross

Sarukawa: “Thank you”? Don’t thank me it makes me SICK

Sarukawa: It ain’t like I went to save your sorry little ass!

Everyone: HUUUUUH!?

Terra: Eh!? That’s what you have to say after all that!?

Fumiya: Impossible

Iori: You were totally saving him! You even called out his name!

Sarukawa: Who gives a shit, I can’t stand you all

Rikai: …..!

Rikai: Even though I did my best to be honest….!

Sarukawa: Wish ya would’ve just kicked the bucket

Rikai: WHAT WAS THAT!

(Sarukawa and Rikai fighting as everyone else complains)

Iori: WHY DID IT TURN OUT LIKE THIIIIIIS~~~!?

-

Everyone, except Sarukawa: Haaah….

Terra: What a pain in the ass

Fumiya: Let’s go back

Rikai: Good grief

Iori: Seriously…

(A wolf howling in the background)

Sarukawa: This is fine!

Sarukawa: This is who I am!

Sarukawa: Not getting influenced! Not getting involved!

Sarukawa: I am the one who decides how to live!

Sarukawa: I ain’t… GONNA GIVE IIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!

CHARISMA BREAK

CHARISMA BREAK: SUCCESS

Sarukawa Kei

[thestarshunters]

Greetings everyone!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊

So this blog will be principally about my own series called "The crime office Operation!" I’m planning to make a little visual novel about it, it’s on production ^^

So the characters are:

Asly

A young (27yo), short and successful woman, CEO of her company and secretly lead a whole criminal empire, why? Well it’s simple, when the law doesn’t give a proper punishment to the criminals someone have to do it. And she is the "someone"~

Fav line: "Everything has a price. The question is..who’s willing to pay ?"

Music: Party like a Millionaire-The millionaires// The Neighborhood-Softcore

Azariah

A tall and handsome man (28yo), leader of a family Mafia actually in collaboration with "The start hunters" (Asly’s criminal gang), honestly, he don’t really have a reason but as long he got to threatening and dealing with peoples, that’s fine. He got a little italian-american accent. (very charming)

Fav line: “If I’m going to hell, I’m taking all of you with me. At least we’ll have fun on the way down.”

Music: Gangsta paradise-Coolio// The Real slim shady-Eminem

Haven

A calm and pleasant woman (25yo), assistant and financial manager of "The Stars hunters" and Asly’s company, she’s literally the most normal person around and also probably the most adult…(she just doesn’t know how to have fun..pff anyway) she does have morals so killing doesn’t fit right for her, but as long she don’t hurt someone herself, it’s alright…also a coffee addict.

Fav line: "Numbers don’t lie but people sure do, keep that in mind."

Music: I knew you were trouble-Taylor Swift// Monster-Lady Gaga

Cheryl

Asly’s lil adoptive daughter (8/10yo), technology’s prodigy and "The stars hunters" hacker and cybersecurity expert, she is more excited by the idea of her mother being a criminal mastermind than afraid, she learns from the best and of course doesn’t hide it, she have a little attitude but once you know her she is very adorable.

Fav line: "Mom, if you get ever caught, remember im a child, im too innocent to be arrested."

Music: Shake it off-Taylor Swift// Firework-Katy Pery

Cat (Catherin)

A beautiful and charismatic woman (28yo) and leader of the "Anti criminal Unit" (police officer), she love eating and a Cookies master! Her red eyes are probably the most captivating part about her, she radiates with intellect and charm that she use at her advantage, for her, justice and law are different but there’s some limits to not cross.

Fav line : "you can’t catch criminals if you can’t think like one"

Music: Stronger-Kanye West// Confident-Demi Lovato

[sareebuta]

The Perfect Bridesmaid Outfit: 4 Reasons Why Net Sarees Are The Best Choice

Elegant and versatile, net sarees are a standout choice for bridesmaids ensuring they look stunning and feel comfortable throughout the entire shaadi ceremony. They also enhance the overall wedding aesthetic and look spectacular in wedding photos.

When it comes to a wedding, the bond between the bride and her bridesmaids is truly special. Whether it's helping with the wedding planning, calming nerves, or sharing heartfelt moments, bridesmaids play a crucial role in making the day memorable.

The bride trusts her bridesmaids with so much—from choosing the right colour palette to ensuring everything runs smoothly on the big day. This trust makes it even more important to get the bridesmaids' outfits just right. After all, they aren't just attending the wedding; they're a key part of the bride's support system and her closest friends. The right outfit not only enhances the visual aesthetic of the shadi function but also reflects the elegance and style of the bride’s vision. 

With so many options available, one choice that consistently stands out and never fails to impress is the net saree.

Here are 4 reasons why every bridesmaid should invest in a net saree for a wedding.

Elegant and Timeless

Net sarees are celebrated for their timeless charm and classic elegance, making them an exceptional choice for bridesmaids. 

The fabric itself—a delicate, semi-transparent mesh—embodies a unique blend of grace and sophistication that has lasted through fashion eras. The classic charm of these sarees ensures that bridesmaids look stunning in photos and videos, preserving the beauty of the wedding day for years to come. 

Versatile For Different Body Types

Net sarees are available in an extensive range of designs and cuts, which means they can be tailored to flatter different body shapes. Whether a bridesmaid is tall and slender, curvy, or somewhere in between, there's a net saree style that will accentuate her best features.

For example, intricate detailing around the waist can accentuate a slim waistline, while embellishments on the shoulders or neckline can draw attention upward, creating a balanced look.

Ease Of Movement

When it comes to selecting attire for bridesmaids, comfort is a non-negotiable factor, especially considering the active role they play throughout the wedding day. From early morning preparations to evening festivities, bridesmaids are on their feet, moving about, dancing, and assisting with various tasks. 

Unlike heavier fabrics such as brocade or velvet, net fabric is airy and doesn’t weigh the wearer down. This lightweight nature ensures that bridesmaids can enjoy the wedding festivities without feeling burdened by their attire. Not just that, the breathability of net sarees helps to keep the wearer cool and comfortable, reducing the likelihood of feeling sweaty or uncomfortable throughout the wedding day.

Enhancing Bride’s Look

Net sarees often have intricate layers and designs that can be aligned with the bride’s gown or lehenga. For example, if the bride’s outfit includes fancy embroidery or embellishments, the bridesmaids’ net sarees can have similar detailing in a more understated way. This layering effect ensures that the bridesmaids’ outfits do not overshadow the bride’s look but rather complement it beautifully.

Just like that, if the bride’s outfit is a deep jewel tone, such as emerald green, bridesmaids can choose ones in soft pastels or metallic tones that complement the deep green without overpowering it. 

As a bridesmaid, there are a few key steps to take after purchasing a net saree to ensure it remains in perfect condition. Here are three common mistakes to avoid.

Don’t store it without proper folding or hanging to prevent creases.

Avoid using harsh detergents or bleach when washing; steer clear of storing it in direct sunlight to prevent colour fading.

Don’t forget to check for any loose threads or embellishments before wearing it to avoid last-minute hassles. At Saree Buta, bridesmaids are spoiled for choice when it comes to finding the perfect net saree. They have stunning options that cater to a variety of budgets, ensuring that every bridesmaid can find something that suits her style. Whether the bridesmaid is looking for a saree with minimal detailing for a classic, understated look, or a more fancy design to make a statement, Saree Buta has something for everyone.

[animeyanderelover]

Hello! Finally! I caught up to you! Can I please request Vincent Phantomhive and Akashi Seijuro with a chubby darling? Please? Waaahhhh~~~ I’m really waiting to caught up!!!!!

Chubby supremacy❣️ Could someone also quickly explain to me why this request is all of a sudden anonymous? I never activated this before and I was able to see who sent me this request at first. I'm confused...Is this some sort of glitch?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, controlling Yandere, blackmailing, threatening

Chubby darling

Vincent Phanomhive

🌓Vincent finds his darling to be quite lovely, for their character and their appearance. I don't see him as someone who would really mind whether his darling has a slim or chubby body as long as they're healthy and happy with him. So he will not tolerate if someone were to talk shady over his beloved little darling about it. He will not lash out on someone, but he has a cold and fake smile on his face, a look in his eyes that only gives away for a split second that he views the person talking, whether noble or not, in this very moment as someone very low. He has power and is cunning so if someone were to constantly hit a nerve of yours with such comments, he will let them atone for their sins without letting them know who the real devil behind their suffering is.

🌓Insecurities of yours will be calmed down by him if he were to notice that you seem to often get awkward and sad when comparing yourself to people around you, all having a thin body. In a way he does use your possible insecurities against you to isolate you a bit so you end up depending on him more. In this situation however it will be also important to him to guarantee that his s/o learns to not look down on themselves without pushing them too much against their own will. Vincent also loves picking up pretty clothes for his darling and let them wear it, sometimes he treats them like a treasured doll.

Seijūrō Akashi

🏆Honestly believe he'd be much more attracted to the personality than a body type, though he finds it to be a very adorable addition. Similar to Vincent Phantomhive, I do see Akashi as someone who can treat his s/o every once in a while like his own personal doll. He does it with lots of controlling love and adoration and when in a good mood, he just likes pampering his darling with the money he has. Has a fearsome reputation so no one would probably dare to call his darling out in a wrong way for their chubbiness when he or someone from his team is near, not if they want to turn Akashi's discontent towards them. Because let me tell you, this man is not forgiving. Jealous fangirls might be the most common cases.

🏆Won't really make any sort of comments about this either as long as his darling's health is not affected because there is a difference between being chubby and overweighted. Might be the tiniest bit confused and angry if he were to see how you doubt his determination in being with you if he has a lot more admirers. Seijūrō chose his darling for a reason and if he were to compare them to all other of his admirers, he'd still find without a doubt his darling the most attractive and alluring. So he works on boosting their confidence as well alongside with him taking his isolating advantages of this from time to time as well. But it would be priceless for him to know that his s/o can carry themselves proudly among people with all their perfect imperfections.

[ratsoh-writes]

Third and last ask from moi.

So actually, have two prompts and choose which one you prefer.

First promt is that SO is secretly a dragon train and shows skeleton their dragon buddy when they complete trust them. Why? Because humans tend to hunt down the last few dragon and SO doesn't want theit bby boo to go die. Dealers choice, who would totally be done riding something like a night fury or a stormcutter? And imagine if so brings them to a dragon nest, like in the movies were Hiccup meets the bewildered beast. That scene but with skeles and SO.

Second prompt

Again, angst.

Imagine if Boss, or really any of the mafia boys had a SO thats actually in a mafia too. But SO promised their skele that skeles bros would never be harmed. One day, the leader of SOs mafia captured the skeles because they did several shady things around in their parts and broke some of their deals. The leader, a honest person, gave SO ones for a event that happened long ago a wish. The SO could wish for anything and the Leader would do it.

Well, so wishes to take the punishment for the skeles and thag their mafia shall be left alone forever. Leader agrees, killing SO in front of the skeles. The leader told them "A life for a life, your sins have been payed. Now i will keep my promise, but don't try hunting me down. I will be quicker, and i do dear not want to break a promise. So for their life, lets never cross paths again." SO used to be one of the top units in the other mafia.

How would dem mafia boys react to their SO sacrificing themselves so that they and their family are save from SOs old mafia (that's known to be cruel and ruthless)

Have fun with choosing a prompt boo ;)

If you must ask that horrid second prompt: snipe and slim would wallow in their depression, ace boss and butch would all work to take that gang down whether SO would’ve liked it or not, and bruiser would disappear for a while and later he found that he tried taking the other gang on his own but didn’t jump in with a good plan and got dusted.

Anyways I like first prompt better lol

Star: literally if SO doesn’t let him ride on the dragon he’ll never forgive them. Star can completely get behind keeping this hidden. It’s not like having a dragon will hurt anybody as long as it’s well trained and taken care of.

Oak: he probably found the dragon by accident. SO walked in on a petrified oak who has gotten wrapped around by a half ton and happily huffing dragon. After SO calms down their poor boyfriend, oak will nervously become friends with the dragon.

Green: that’s amazing!!! Green will be all over the overwhelmed dragon. Not just because it’s a mythical creature, but also because it seems to produce magical fire physically. Not just from a spell. Do you know that that’s practically unheard of??

Charm: he faints. If you get charm freaked out or stressed enough, his magic kinda reboots and he’ll just drop lol. When he wakes up in the arms of a curious dragon it’s a 50/50 whether he faints again lol

Butch: he’s not sure if he loves the dragon or wants to fight it. For one thing, the creature clearly is protective over SO which gives it points in its favor, but on the other hand, a dragon is still an incredibly dangerous animal. What if it turns on SO one day?? Butch will be keeping a very close eye on the overgrown lizard

[theodora3022]

Claim (Yandere Chuuya Nakahara)

Pairing: Yandere! Chuuya Nakahara X Fem reader

Summary: You have the courage to mock Dazai when he flirts with you casually, different from almost every other woman Dazai throws himself on. Seeing his nemesis being stepped on brings Chuuya great joy, which escalates to him taking a special interest in you.

Notes: So...If you read my BNHA fics you should know I have a thing for wind superpowers, so reader is going to have a wind ability in here as well. Be gone if you have problems with that. My first take on BSD, on Chuuya nevertheless... Hopefully this does not flop. I thought about writing Kunikida for this one, but I just could not get Chuuya’s smirk off my mind (Along with Fyodor’s but that is for another day) Also this is self indulgent as hell, so be warned. I’m not satifised with the final result, as some parts feels a bit forced...But there you have it. 

Word count: 2.8k 

Warnings: Drugging, coercion, mention of knife and blood, implied non con  at the end

You were sitting beside a floor window of a café when Chuuya first saw you, when he was on his way to get some beer. At first, it was not you that drawn his attention, it was that guy on the opposite end of the coffee table.

Osamu Dazai. Also known as the bane of Chuuya Nakahara’s existence and his greatest adversary. Out womanizing again, he never changes. He was about to ignore those shady behaviours and just carry on, until he hears how you are attacking Dazai with your words.

“Dazai, please. I bet you said that to every woman you met.” Slowly stirring your hot beverage, you smirk as you took a little sip. “It is a miracle how you got this far unscathed.” You seem to see right through Dazai, how clever. Now Chuuya have to hear how this can go down. His own drink can wait, this little comedy show is more worthwhile.

“But beautiful! Your eyes shine like the brightest stars, I just cannot let that go unappreciated.” “If you are so found of shining things, I can get you a pack of glitter to stare at. I would actually appreciate it if you stop staring right into my eyes, thank you.” This is a mistake, you thought. You thought Dazai was just being a good Senpai when he invites you to join him for a quick coffee at lunch. And of course being the naïve new recruit, you said yes without hesitation.

A pack of glitter? Oh dear. Out of all those years Chuuya has known Dazai, he had never seen the brunette getting such a good roast. Placing a hand over his mouth to muffle his chuckles, Chuuya is beyond amused. Most women would be too busy swooning over that pretty face, but you did not even flinch and insulted him just like that. You got some sass!  That is the first time the mafia executive had taken a formal notice of you. You are indeed a fair woman, no wonder Dazai would choose to hit on you.

He does vaguely recall recently hearing about the ADA obtaining a new recruit. A young woman with a wind ability. But you are far more interesting then that. “This has been pleasant, but I think it is time to head back to the office.” When Kunikida told you Dazai can be a handful yesterday, you did not expect this is how you would find out. You stopped him from taking out his wallet, shaking your head: “Dazai. I will pay for myself. Besides, you are in enough debt as you are now. See you back at the agency.”

Not even Chuuya can make Dazai appear this defeated, this discouraged. Just who are you exactly? Forget the beer, Chuuya needs to know all about you at once. 

Reading through your file back at the headquarters, your info is enough to make even Chuuya raise his eyebrows a couple of times.

You can command any gas to your will? That is a rare gift, even the Port Mafia had yet to secure that. Too bad you are on the wrong side, Chuuya can just think of so many ways of using your ability to its full potential. The file was put back to the storage, sure. But you had impressed him back at that café and peaked his interests. It would be hard to make him unsee Dazai being humiliated. But you did not linger on his mind much after. 

However, that would not be lasting too long. Chuuya was shocked to hear some of the members has died in dark alleys of yokohoma, apparently from lack of oxygen, but without any traces of choking or even a cut. Mori even called him to the office to discuss about this.

Pictures of you, in causal and business attire lay across the expensive office desk. You were smiling in all of them, although that smile does not look like an amused one to Chuuya now.

“Do you recognize this woman?”

How can Chuuya forget about you? The woman who gave him the best comedy show, who stomped on Dazai’s philanderer ways so mercilessly. “A new recruit of ADA. Her air control abilities must have enabled her to suck the oxygen particles out of human bodies. It also gives her the ability to levitate and an incredible speed, which is such a headache. Even Akutagawa cannot seem to finish her.”

What a little troublemaker you are. Consider Chuuya motivated. He knows you are strong, but not anyone can escape from Akutagawa. Where is the fun without a little challenge?

“I will go. My abilities would allow me to get the job done.” Heck, this once he would get something Dazai cannot have! In this mini game, at least, Chuuya would be the winner. 

“Chuuya, you seem awfully enthusiastic about this. May I ask why that is?” Stroking Elise’s hair, Mori carefully observe the young man’s expressions. “She has the guts to insult Dazai, should be a fun one. I do not plan to kill her, however. That would be such a waste.”

“Yes, that would be most ideal. Her ability would be a valueble asset, here’s some drugs if she is being too difficult.”

Oh but you are so much more then the wielder of a powerful ability to Chuuya.

------------------------------------

Work has been a pain in the ass lately, so on your afternoon off, you choose to take a walk along the water in the park. Everything looks so peaceful, children running amok, couples holding hands, the sound of the birds chirping, all sounds so natural and calming. You let out a sigh of relief as you settled on a bench beside a tree and closed your eyes, breathing in the forest scent, still sleep deprived from the nightmares.

Although you only killed those gangsters to defend a civilian, you regret it somewhat afterwards. You expected revenge, but not from someone like Akutagawa? You can only remove the target’s oxygen from their bodies when you are standing still and concentrated, never while fleeing for your life. If it is not for your unparalleled speed, you were sure one of those dark spikes is going to be your ultimate demise. It was too close for your liking. Before you were always able to leave safely with your ability, but this time you barely made it.

Dozing off in a park while the Port Mafia is on your trail? Chuuya would advise against that. 

However, he would say he much prefer this compliant, soft look on your face compare your sarcastic, confident grin towards Dazai. Dark circles under your eyes? Have you been having sleeping problems? Looks like the little hero is not as brave as she lets on.

Now, he needs to be careful. Even though you look as harmless as a little bunny now, Chuuya can still recall the last expressions his deceased subordinates made. Dying from oxygen loss surely does not look pleasant. While the file said you can only use that special method once per week, Chuuya cannot leave any room for errors. 

Ah, it seems you had carelessly dropped your handkerchief on the ground. You did not seem to notice. As if you want him to come near. Who is he to decline a lady’s invitations?

Sensing his approach, you jumped out the bench and distanced yourself from Chuuya. Always on your guard, this should be interesting. Instead of kept closing in the distance, Chuuya bend down and picked up your handkerchief. “Did you drop this?”

See, you were overreacting! He is only trying to tell you that you dropped something. Feeling the guilt of mistaking him for an assassin churns in your stomach, you put up an apologetic smile: “My apologies, sir.  And thank you very much.” Yet you cannot shake off the feeling of you saw him before. Is he a government official? Or perhaps a store clerk? It would be rude if you actually do know him. Yes, you definitely seen his handsome face somewhere. Reaching out to his outstretched hand, you tried to retrieve your handkerchief. But as you take the little square cloth into your hand, his slim but firm fingers snapped around your wrist like handcuffs, seizing you with a smug smirk on his face. “Let go of me, Sir. You wouldn’t want me to use my ability on you.” 

Your gaze turned cold as the winter snow, as if you are willing to punch him in the face then and there. 

A good chance to observe your ability in action. How can Chuuya miss this opportunity? You tried to wiggle out of his grasp while activating your winds, but to your horror, it does not seem to have any effect on Chuuya. Sure, his hat and hair are flowing because of the strong wind, but he has not moved a single inch, still clenching your left wrist in his hand, lips still curling upwards. Turning to your second solution: bringing rocks to hit him until unconsciousness. Why wouldn’t the rocks move? Just who is this man? “Are you with the Port Mafia?”

That took you long enough. Chuuya let out a sinister chuckle, pulls you into his embrace with ease. Locking his right arm around your waist, he whispers beside your ear: “Of course, cutie. And you just walked straight into my trap. Now, it is best if you do not move, I would hate for this knife to leave a scar on your fragile little neck.” Feeling a thin, cold blade pressed against your throat, threatening to cut into your skin, you nervously gulped. Who is he exactly? You should have memorized the faces of the big names of the mafia-

Your ability is impressive. Even Chuuya has to admit that much. If it were not for the reinforced gravity he applied on himself, he would be on the other side of the park by now. Such a shame you are working for that little agency. Crap. You finally remember. Cursing sleep depravation under your breath, you recall where you had seen his face: the files back in the agency. One of the executives, Chuuya Nakahara, with the powers of manipulating gravity. That is why your winds cannot push him away. Just how did you end up with an executive’s knife pressing against your throat? 

Under ideal circumstances, you would order the oxygen particles to stay away from this man, but that ability could only be used once per week. You have not recharged enough, and the fact that you are not in best condition does not help either. 

“Now, you got two options, sweet. First, you can try to get away, and it would not end pretty.” Chuuya laughs he feels you shiver, clearly frightened by the idea of your blood spilling out like a fountain once he slices open your throat. Your resistance has pathetic impacts on him, but you have to at least try. You have been neglecting your physical training because you often rely on that extraordinary speed your ability grants you. However, that also means you are helpless in close up situations such as present. Not so confident now, aren’t you? “Second, pay a visit to our headquarters. The boss would like an audience with you.” You certainly do not want to fall into the hands of the port mafia. However, there are civilians in the park. They did not seem to notice how Chuuya is holding you at knifepoint.  Letting yourself, an ADA agent die here would mean the agency’s reputation is done for. Getting yourself killed in broad daylight, in a public place no less! How incompetent. Looks like the only option is to go with him, for now. “Fine. I will go with you.” “Smart choice. But I would expect no less from an intelligent woman like you.” He carefully removed the knife, and just when you were about to relax and think of a retaliate method, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. A syringe. Just what did he injected you? Watching you fall onto the ground by your knees, barely able to lift a finger due to the sedation drugs, brings him a strange sense of contentment. Chuuya does not consider himself as a sadist by any means, but after seeing how you treated Dazai, shining with confidence and smugness, only made this submissive version of you so much more satisfactory. “Do not look at me like that, dear (y/n). Just a little insurance that you would not leave without permission. I hope you understand.” You do not, but that does not concern him. Swooping you up effortlessly, Chuuya carries your weak body out of the park, straight to a van that awaits there for a long time.

You never imagined, not even in your wildest dreams, that you would be in the Port Mafia’s headquarters like this. Being carried through corridor after corridor ,by one of their executives like a doll, although not by your own free will. Guards everywhere, almost at every turn point. Maybe you can break one of the windows and fly out? Alas, that would not possible if all you can generate is little breezes due to your present condition. 

“Do not worry, (y/n).” Feeling your body tense up, Chuuya choose to reassure you, or at least try to. “If simple murder was my objective, you would be dead in that park.” 

There are worse things then death. You really did mess up this time. You do not even want to imagine what they could do to you. 

“Enter.”

Placing you gently on the carpted floor, like a fragile china artifact, Chuuya bowed to the man behind the desk. “I brought (y/n) here, as you requested.” A cloved finger lifts your chin up, forcing you too look up into his eyes. You did not flinch, instead you stared back with unveil anger burning in your (e/c) eyes. 

“Quite a feisty one. Would you like to join us? Your wind ability completely outclasses my other assassins. That speed and that special method! Truly impressive. You should not waste your talents in that agency. The Port Mafia could offer you more.”

Using the little strength you had left, you got away from the mafia’s boss’s reach and shook your head: “I would rather die a gruesome death then working for you. If you want to kill me, you can do it now.” 

“Then, I suppose we need to change our method of negotiation-” Great, you can already feel those cold torture instruments.

“I can handle it.” To your surprise, Chuuya stopped the man from saying any more. 

The older man looks to his subordinate with curious eyes. “Chuuya? Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better to leave this to our experts?” 

“Leave it to me, boss. She would be compliant within a week, I can guarantee.” Why would he want to trouble himself with this? Well, he merely wants to claim what Dazai cannot, as simple as that. 

“As you wish, then. As long as you do not break her beyond repair, she is all yours.”

You want to shout, to scream that you are not some object to be hand over, but you just do not have the energy to do so. There is not much you can do beside being a silent observer on the ground. 

Instead of a torture chamber, Chuuya took you to his personal quarters in the Mafia base. Perhaps he wants to do this the tender way? Sway you with high salary or numerous other perks of working in this mafia? 

It is when he thrown you on the bed, straddling over your helpless form, tearing your clothes off mercilessly, you realize how wrong you were.

“You look so good under me, where you belong.” He did not even bother to unbutton your blouse, just ripped the fine fabric off swiftly, grinning at your horrified expressions. “Come on, do not look so scared. This is not like you. Where is your fierce spirts when you insult Dazai?” Has he been stalking you? How could he-

“Ah, no matter. That jerk tried to win you over, but it is me who would get you.You would forget all about him when you are busy screaming my name later. Do you think you can handle my torture methods, dear (y/n)? Gods, you are beautiful. No wonder why Dazai would be head over heels for you.” 

How you bit your lip to supress your tears, trying to cover your chest for some modesty, only made his lust increase drastically. This time, Chuuya can finally be proud of his accomplishment: claiming a prize Dazai can never possibly won.

[boyswhocry]

Haikyuu Spotify Habits | Karasuno Pt. 1

The First Years! Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima & Yachi

Favourite Songs: 

Walking on Clouds - Esthie

Haircut - Ryan Beatty

Antidote - Orion Sun

Slow Down - Taichi Mukai

Favourite Genres:

Bedroom Pop

J-Pop

Habits:

listens to music recommended by EVERYONE he meets

follows everyone’s spotify’s but no one follows him back except for Suga and Akaashi #bestmoms 

publicly saves other people's playlists but prefers to listen to his own MASSIVE collection of liked songs rather than making a playlist

however, has one really popular playlist for his favourite favourite favourite songs, but it’s only popular bc people thought his playlist was dedicated to hinata hyuga T^T

has a playlist strictly for non-explicit songs so that Natsu and him could listen to it without getting yelled at by Mama Hinata UwU

he himself doesn’t like listening to super explicit songs, but it’s too common to avoid - he’s BABY

usually listens to music on his way to school while riding his bike

he remembers the melodies of songs really well but never remembers the lyrics, so he’ll make it up on the spot and improv a whole concert

listens to nothing but different variations and covers of All I Want For Christmas Is You as soon as november and december roll around

his favourite user is Akaashi!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: hinata. by hebees_

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=3vk2qT6NQ1GH9qxVyy9v4w

Favourite Songs:

My Favourite Part - Mac Miller ft. Ariana Grande

Yah. - Kendrick Lamar

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy

Obsession - EXO

Favourite Genres:

Chill Hip-Hop

Alternative/Indie

Ariana Grande

Habits:

kinda hooked on ariana grande after listening to ‘7 Rings’ and feeling like a bad bitch

prefers to listen to instrumentals and nature noises to focus on training and keeping calm when he’s practicing volleyball at home

has a dedicated playlist full of chill hip-hop when he’s manicuring his nails 

uses the most boring and generic playlist names and never changes his playlist covers ;-;

“nails songs“

“running songs“

“volleyball songs“

utilitarian spotify user rather than one who uses it for fun

suffers through ads cuz he doesn’t have premium 

his favourite user is Iwaizumi!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: stealing milk from vending machines with kageyama tobio by tsxukei

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Xey47Wm43Ufq8Y9kFeQvO?si=LWOB9nDqQs-Tr4aYFJS12Q

Favourite Songs:

Put Your Records On - Ritt Momney

Sunflower - Post Malone ft. Swae Lee

Save Me - BTS

You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube

Favourite Genres:

Alternative/Indie

Whatever Tsukki listens to

Habits:

literally will follow all of Tsukki’s playlists, critique them without a HINT of negative comments, write about ‘em his personal journal, take a shit to ‘em

likes to listen to anime soundtracks whenever he finishes watching one

his favourite OSTs are from tokyo ghoul cuz it gives him anxiety and is a closeted masochist : )

no but seriously he’s trying to listen to more anxiety inducing songs so that he could get over his nerves with exposure therapy, someone give his bb a hug ;-;

publicly follows Tsukki’s playlists, but also makes super aesthetic playlists based on his moods

his favourite user is TSUKISHIMA!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: lord and savior, punk yamaguchi by Paige

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0lM5Bjnw3atBoN041DBK2x?si=Xt30Otb0TDONygKB2t0iyw

Favourite Songs:

Moondance - ADOY

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Pauk Anka

The Hills - The Weeknd 

Slim Shady - Eminem

Favourite Genres:

Old Skool Hip-Hop

RnB

LoFi

Habits:

ofc out lil salty boi would be listening to Eminem 

a man of many tastes 

listens to classical music every now and then but it’s only when he wants to release steam by fuggin’ JAMMIN to chaotic piano music

has a playlist for new songs that he keeps interchanging whenever he gets tired of the old ones

doesn’t even try but has hundreds of followers

A++ in music curation, he carefully thinks them out to create out of body listening experiences whenever you listen to any of his playlists

playlist covers and titles are based off of different extinct creatures 

has a study playlist with lofi and instrumental songs from documentaries that he’s watched

has a secret playlist that he listens to incognito so that no one knows that he’s a mushy little lover boi on the inside 

his favourite user is Kenma!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: tsukishima’s headphones by april<3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1vO8OVraTdfDMeAxOgDVeI?si=kH1rlUekRF-Dxk8iBVEf7w

Favourite Songs:

Sofia - Clairo

Fireflies - Owl City

midnight love - girl in red

Fantasy - Fei

Favourite Genres:

Pop

K-Pop

LoFi

Habits:

has the MOST aesthetic playlists names and covers out of ALL of karasuno, absolutely no one could even come near her level of artistry, the closest being Suga

changes her aesthetics based off of the season

secretly follows Tendo’s crackhead playlist filled w inappropriate songs  o.O

only listens to it when she’s tired of listening to songs that makes sense

also has a broad range in terms of music taste and is constantly listening to new music, especially when she’s doing her hw and starts jammin’ to some bops

she’s part of the beehive

has a joint premium account w Yamaguchi

makes playlists for all of her closest friends, including her neighbours cat who is very cuddly and loves her UwU

cried listening to the Stevens Universe sound track - she’s so BABY T^T

her favourite user is Sugawara!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: yachi hitoka by alyssa 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F0okvUsF6pHJ6LB7c5fwv?si=-nW7r6AcQ0K64CWTW7jPMg

[therealcocoshady]

@tiny-gay-satan Babes, calm down ! It's Deuxmoi. When did they become a trustworthy source of information ? Especially about Marshall Mathers aka the most private rapper to ever walk the earth 😅

If I'm honest I do not give them much credit ! If memory serves, they based that rumor on him being spotted at some beach club (out of Michigan, mind you) and some staff sharing that he planned to get married there next summer. First of all, I doubt he'd be willing to get married out of Michigan. And also... There is no way the staff wouldn't have signed some NDA. And if he indeed went to this place, I'm sure he would have been careful not to be spotted there. Maybe he would have been given a private tour ?

Honestly, it doesn't align with what we know of that man. Sure, there's a percentage of chances it might be true but I think it's slimmer than Slim Shady 😂

It's me again! I agree they were both horrible to each other. And I 1000% agree she got it worse with him painting her as the bad one so publicly. Especially since his fans go so hard and think he's this innocent guy who has done wrong. Some fans just don't like admitting their favs have faults, even they (he) admit it themselves.

As for future relationships for him.....I heard he's supposedly getting married next summer lol. I am highly doubtful about it given what he's said in the past about marriage. But that's what's being said 👀. Source: Deuxmoi 🤡

Hi there ❤️ Sorry it took so long to reply. I've been drowning in work and I have so many people in my Asks that I didn't see some of them / didn't have time to reply 😅. To anyone who didn't get a reply : please don't take it personally. I'm trying my best and even though I can't reply to anyone, I am grateful for every ask and every DM ❤️

To reply to what you said : the fact that fans try to negate his abusive past is wild to me. Especially since he owned up to it himself. Also, that doesn't make it any better but I do have respect for people who acknowledge their mistakes and make amends. At the end of the day, it's between him and Kim and if they were able to settle the matter and move forward, I'm glad for the both of them.

As for her, it really breaks my heart that she's painted as some villain and that some people have the nerve to make fun of her. Some of the comments are wild and so inappropriate 💀. As Eminem fans, we're supposed to enjoy his music. His private life is just that : private. And while there is absolutely fun to be had in gossip and speculation, harassment and mockery are never ok in my book. She never chose to be famous and, about 20 years after they split up, she's still dealing with paparazzi 💀 And if you want to say you think Kim doesn't look that good on those pics, maybe do it in private with your friends ? Not on a public platform where her or people close to her might see the hurtful comments. Also... What's the point in being bitter ? Even though Stans criticize her and her appearance, she's a person he loved and if you truly support an artist, you should respect that.

As for his alleged upcoming wedding... We shall see, I guess 🙊. I have to say I don't give Deuxmoi much credit but who knows ? Whether it is true or not, I wish him all the happiness in the world. He deserves it. And I hope that the woman's privacy will be respected and that she never has to go through the same things as Kim. 👀

[thotsforvillainrights]

~Pivitol~

[As Promised, here is the first chapter of the Overhaul Fanfic I was supposed to be working on once a week. I hope I can do a good enough job. I haven’t written a fanfic since my Wattpad days. I still get notifications from my Ticci Toby x Clockwork book XD]

Summary: The move to the city has been hectic so far. You’re new here and feeling very much alone, but you aren’t scared! People around here seem to be fairly nice to you, yet there were still mysterious people lurking here and there. So what do you think happens when you go get laundry done a block away? It can either be good or bad, but it will never be boring!

Chapter: 1

Warnings: None

“Thank you!” You cheerfully waved at the moving men when they left the last of your furniture in the living room. They were off to the next objective and you were free to unpack and unwind to enjoy your new city life. The move has been hectic you agree, but the overwhelming feeling of starting life anew was welcoming and overtly optimistic. You smiled to yourself as you sat on the plushy carpet of the living room and sifted through a box labelled ‘wall art’. Sure you were jumping ahead by trying to decorate before unpacking everything, but you just couldn’t wait to make the new apartment feel homier. Suddenly you heard a soft knocking at the door. You opened it and looked down to see a VERY short elderly woman holding a small present while a small dog was leashed next to her side. “Good evening dear. I’m the landlord at this establishment and I just wanted to take the time to give you the old welcome chat that I’ve given to all of my tenants since I started in this business. My name is Mrs. Yumine. You may call me Ms. Yumi for short. This here is my furry baby Fitch.” She said as she pointed at the cute dog next to her. “Here, these are for you dear.” She reached up and handed you the box with her short arms. You smiled and gently took the box, opening it to reveal fresh baked cookies. “Thank you so much Ms. Yumi! Also, thank you for allowing me to take up residence at this apartment complex. I have the feeling that I’m going to like living here!” You said cheerfully. The elderly woman smiled widely, her wrinkles pulling to show the cheerfulness of her face over time. “My dear if you need anything then please come see me on the first floor in apartment #6. If you can’t see me for whatever reason then please call me at either number I’ve written on the bottom of that box. Have a good evening!” You nodded and went to put the box away once the landlord had left to finish walking her pup. Eventually all your hard work paid off and you were almost finished unpacking/moving things around. You had all of the essentials unpacked save for a few items amongst the unnecessary. The only issue now was:

1.) What are you going to have for dinner

2.) What are you going to wear to bed? (unless you sleep in the nude, to which this isn’t a problem)

You sighed and looked over at the stack of dirty clothes you didn’t wash before moving here. Unfortunately you looked around and realized the apartment had no washer or dryer hookup. After some quick searching on your phone However, you were able to locate a laundromat just a block away from the apartment. “Score!” You quickly got up from your lounging spot on the couch and gathered the clothes into a basket. You made space for detergent and grabbed the keys to lock the apartment behind yourself. Walking just down the block, you managed to make it to the laundromat in just fine condition. With this section of the city being as large as it was, the crime here was moderate rather than slim. Yet you still moved here due to job opportunity. You smiled to yourself at the near empty laundromat. It was becoming evening time very soon, and eventually it would shift into night by the time you finished washing and drying your clothes. The crowd here was barren due to the time of day. It was just you, a busy mother of 2 folding her laundry by a table, and an old man snoozing in the chairs by the large window. You began to load clothing into the washer when suddenly you heard the ding of the door opening. You looked up and saw 3 rather handsome men standing empty handed as they entered. One on the right had odd silver hair in the shape of arrows that framed his handsome face ever so delicately. His eyes thin and focused, his jawline carved by God himself. Although he was dressed in a simple white hoodie, he could’ve easily passed as a model. The man on the left had a more refined look to him. His hair was a short blonde combed neatly upon his head. His glasses adorned his rather slender face perfectly. He was dressed semi casual with a tie and everything. He was the type of man you’d see in a bank somewhere. Finally your attention turned to the man in the middle. His hair was a cropped, darkened chestnut/auburn color. Three golden piercings attached to one of his ears, and a simple black medical mask covered the lower half of his face. His outfit was semi casual while formal at the same time. He wore a clack suit jacket with a dark grey button up underneath, unbuttoned at the top just a bit. There was no tie, and the slacks fit his lower form perfectly, showing off the very slightly thickened thighs. 

Perhaps the most entrancing thing about his appearance was his piercing golden eyes and his long lower eyelashes. 

Their eyes began scanning the scene, and when the man in the middle locked eyes with you then you quickly turned your attention to the laundry in front of you. His stare was burning into you, and you felt as if you were being watched since he looked at you. You nervously shifted eyes to the busy mother and noticed how she discreetly pushed her children behind her back. She then quickly proceeded to fold all of her laundry and rush out the door past the men. By now the elderly man had woken up from the sound of his washing machine beeping to signal his clothes were complete. He noticed the 3 men by the door and quickly gathered his wet clothes, tossing them into the nearest dryer, paying the change, and moving to sit on the other end of the laundromat. Apparently these men carried an aura to them that you just couldn’t put your hands on. Still, you were here to do your laundry, so you decided not to focus too hard on them...no matter how handsome and shady they may have seemed. You settled your clothing into the washing machine and inserted the change. Then you went to sit at the window where the old man originally sat. You glanced at him from the other end of the laundromat and his eyes held a certain shock or fear. Perhaps it was remorse, or maybe a warning. It was as if he was mentally trying to tell you to leave, or to sit over by him instead of being near the men. You ignored the ominous message and pulled your phone out to scroll through the notifications. You couldn’t help but to overhear some of the conversation they began to engage in. 

“I shouldn’t have to be in such a filthy area such as this. How does this pertain to the deal in any way, Kurono?” The golden eyed man asked the arrow hair. “I don’t know, but Hojo spoke of the rival gang being not too far from here. This is a good spot because it’s not expected. Just in case negotiations break down and-” 

“Shhh...I think we’re being monitored.” The glasses guy spoke to Kurono. The 3 men looked over their shoulder at you but you kept your eyes to the screen. “C’mon Nemouto, she/he/they aren’t even paying attention to us. Anyway, the deal shouldn’t take too long Overhaul.” Kurono then spoke to the golden eyed man...Overhaul. Suddenly his phone rang. He answered it, mumbling something lowly and then hung up. “Boss you stay here. Me and Nemouto are going to handle the exchange.” Then Kurono and Nemouto left the laundromat, leaving Overhaul to stand there rather awkwardly (yet still calm at the same time). After a while, you began to feel that feeling of being watched carrying on far too long. You peeked up and saw him standing closer, staring down at you intently. “Uh...hello?” You chuckled nervously. You were met with intense silence for a moment. As soon as you were about to look at your phone again, you heard him utter a small ‘hello’. You offered him a seat next to you but he hesitated at first. Ultimately he decided to have a seat, leaving an empty chair between you two for space you presumed. He also hadn’t sat until he took out a wipe and cleaned the empty seat. Then he sat down. “Pardon my curiosity for a moment, but you seem like a new face around here..” He started small talk with you. “Oh yeah, I just moved here actually! I heard there were good job opportunities here that didn’t really heavily center on the usage of quirks. Job hunting seems harder these days when you’re qurikless.” His eyebrow raised at your words. You successfully peaked his interests. “Oh, quirkless? How rare in this society. What is your name if you don’t mind me asking.” 

“It’s Y/N...Y/N L/N. What about you?” You reached out to shake his hand. He stared at your hand and looked back up at you. “You may call me Overhaul. Oh, I don’t shake hands. Too much risk involved with bacteria and such.” He said shortly. “Ah, sorry. I guess I should’ve assumed that since you’re wearing those gloves and all.” Suddenly the washer went off to signal your clothing completing it’s cycle. You excused yourself and went to load the clothes into the dryer. The issue arose when you dropped a quarter and it rolled under the machines. “Oh no! Aw man!” You sighed in defeat. You were mentally preparing for your walk back to the apartment to retrieve a quarter when you heard a clinking sound and the dryer starting up. You looked up and saw Overhaul standing there. “Thank you so much! Ugh, I’m such an idiot for bringing exact change with me. I should’ve been prepared.” You bullied yourself a bit. “it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with being precise most of the time. Your problem just now wasn’t that you brought exact change, but the fact that you clumsily dropped it.” You laughed at his seriousness and he tilted his head. “Was something I said funny?”

“No, it’s just that you seem like the type of person to lead a group of people less serious than you are.”

“You have no idea...” He sighed and you giggled at him. Before you knew it, the men returned to retrieve him and your clothes were down drying. “Goodbye Y/N. I do hope there’s a chance we can meet again soon enough.” He bid you farewell as you folded your dry clothing. For some reason, he left your heart afloat and curiosity coupled with the need to chat with him some more had overtaken you.

“Overhaul...”

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TIp Jar: https://cash.app/$YuTakeyama

[emgkheadcannons]

Hurt kells headcanons?

Hurt Kells Head Cannons

I don’t know if you mean physically, emotionally, or mentally, so let's see where this goes. Well it turned out really long and is more a fanfiction I’m sorry. So the story under the cut, WARNING, part of it is really sad, and brief mentions of suicidal thoughts. It’s a happy ending though. Okay enjoy.

Well it turned out really long and is more a fan fiction I’m sorry. 

Kelly is always hurting himself and Em is right behind him making sure he is okay. Kelly loves the attention and pampering, and Eminem is pretty sure Kelly is making him go gray.

Kelly is hazard prone. He has broken his arm running over parked cars, while drinking, cut his chest with a broken Jameson bottle, leaving scars, and has been hit by a double decker bus when he was in London. Kelly does a lot of reckless things all the time, he just gets back up, dust himself off, and continues on, even when he shouldn’t.

Kelly does not like not being able to do something, or having to slow down or worse having to have others slow down for you because he is hurt, but most of all he hates the useless feeling he gets from being injured. Sitting around, getting nothing done, depending on someone else for things. 

It’s not so bad when he is with Em. He doesn’t feel like a burden, or that Em is only being nice to him because he has to. He is Eminem, Rap God, Slim Shady, if he doesn’t want to do something he doesn’t have to. So Em choosing to help him, check on him constantly, and genuinely want to be with him, makes Kelly feel 

Eminem actually likes taking care of Kelly. He wishes he could dote on him all the time, not just when Kelly is hurting. Em is various about injuries and illnesses. He doesn’t mess around, and while he loves being able to dote on Kelly, he won’t let him get away with some of his usual antics. 

When Kelly gets hurt for doing something stupid like flipping over the back of the couch, or jumping off the roof of a car, you can bet Em Lectures the Hell out of him, after making sure he’s okay. Then he cuddles the hell out of his stupid boyfriend. 

It is one thing if Kelly gets hurt doing something stupid, it’s another if someone hurts Kelly. Em is very protective of his people, and Kelly is one. When a shitty reporter goes too far, making Kelly self conscious, Em hits back hard, black listing them from a ton of events, and getting other artists to refuse interviews with them. 

Kelly’s interview on Hot Ones made EM so mad. Watching his idiot boyfriend eat those hot wings, when they both know they are mild taco bell guys, is frustrating. Kelly is hurting himself, Em can’t stop him, and when he gets home his stomach will probably be upset. At least Em will get a night in with Kelly, even if it’s him watching a movie with Kelly, rubbing his back, while the blond chugs Pepto Bismol. 

Mentally

Kelly struggles with depression and anxiety. He is doing better now, but there is only one way to go when you hit rock bottom, and Kelly hit it back in 2018.

Kelly was mentally hurt at the end of 2018, after EM’s diss track came out, and it seemed like the world hated him. He could barely go outside without someone telling him how Em wiped the floor with him. He had people following him, threatening him, some even attacked him. He was worried about not only being booked, but also being able to perform, with how hostile people were being. Kelly was worried about Cassie being with him. What if someone decided to go after him, and she got caught up in it? He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her, especially if it happened because of him

Kelly kept busy shooting movies, writing music, and whatever he could think of, to keep his mind from spiraling. Thinking those dark thoughts. ‘Would Cassie be better off without me? Would everyone be better off without me? What if I don’t get another gig, or role? How will I support her? …...Would anybody miss me?’

Kelly fell into depression, and his anxiety got out of control. Getting out of bed became a chore, and the crushing fear of failing everyone, made him wonder why he should even try if he was probably going to fail. He was able to get himself going most days, but the constant anxiety was draining, and he turned to alcohol, and drugs harder the weed to numb the feeling, which worked for a while. The problem is he had to use a little more every time to numb the pain. 

Becoming good friends with Pete Davidson and Dominic ‘Yungblud’ helped Kelly out a lot. He drank less, it was easier to get out of bed, and the crushing anxiety of living quieted down but they didn’t go away. It wasn't until Eminem found him during a panic attack, at a festival they were both performing at that things began to change. 

Eminem was wandering around the performers area one evening, close to some of the tour buses, when he heard something. He had nothing going on and wanted to find out what was making that noise. As Em got closer to the source of the sound, he saw a figure hunched over on themselves. He realized that it was a person, and it looked like they were having trouble breathing. Eminem rushed over to see if he could help. Kneeling down next to the person, Em sees that it is Machine Gun Kelly, and it looks like the kid is either having a panic attack, or a really bad trip. 

Taking a deep breath, Em wrapped an arm around the other rapper's shoulders, trying to steady him, before he started talking  “Hey, can you hear me? I need you to listen. It will all be okay. I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath.In, and out, in, and out.” The kid was responding but not as much as he would have liked. Making a decision, Em sat down in the grass, and pulled Kelly into his lap. It was a little awkward, but he made it work. “Alright Colson listen to me. I want you to match my breathing. Ready, in, and out. In, and out.” Em was finally getting the response he wanted, the guys breathing was slowing down, and becoming less erratic. “Okay, that's it. Just breath. It’s okay.” He didn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, so at least he wasn’t drunk, but he could still be high.

Eminem looked around and noticed that his tour bus was only two buses down. He couldn’t leave the kid here, and his band mates would most likely make it worse, so the last option was to take Machine Gun Kelly to his bus. He hated being so responsible. He didn’t even like the kid, but helping him was the right thing to do.

Eminem stood up, dragging Kelly up with him. He got under Kelly’s arm to help support him, but their height difference made it hard. Em gave up about three steps in, and just picked the guy up, carrying him the rest of the way. The older rapper noticed that Kelly was light, probably too light for someone his size. Em began to worry about what was going on with him. 

Once safely inside his bus, Eminem placed Kelly on his couch. He pulled out his phone and called Paul. He needed more information before he goes any further. 

He got his answers.

Apparently he has been receiving death threats lately, and someone broke into his tour bus tonight. The kid hadn’t gone out partying in a while, and seemed to be out of the public eye as much as possible. 

Em turned to look at the younger rapper, and really looked at him. Kelly’s eyes had dark circles around them, like he hadn’t been sleeping, and his skin looked pale and ashen. His face was gaunt, like he wasn’t eating well. His nails were chewed short and were unpainted. Looking at his outfit wasn’t his usual put together, fashionable self. He looked like shit. 

Marshall could tell that Colson was broken, he just didn’t know that he had a hand in breaking him.

Kelly wasn’t bad at ignoring what other people say, he just wasn’t the best at it, and if you paired that with how his life had been going for the past few months, it was pretty damn hard to ignore everything. The fact that Eminem, his rival, his idol, the man he liked, the man who destroyed him, found him during a panic attack, made him feel even worse. Crying in front of the man was just icing on the cake, of the shit show he called life. He had hit rock bottom and he knew it. Eminem knew it, and soon everybody else would. 

The shocking thing was that Eminem didn’t go after him. He didn’t insult Kelly, didn’t use his panic attack against him. He didn’t throw Kelly out once he had calmed down. Instead the guy let him stay the night. He even offered to help Kelly. 

Kelly was wondering if he was hallucinating. After all that has happened, after everything he has done why would Eminem offer him help. He didn’t know whether to trust the older rapper or not, but he has already lost so much, what else does he have to lose?

Emotionally

Trusting Eminem was the right thing for Kelly to do. They publicly squashed their beef, and that really helped with people coming after him, and the death threats have slowed down a lot. It didn’t end there though. Em convinced him to see someone about his depression and anxiety, which now that he knows that he has, he has a better handle on them. He has given up all his drugs, except weed. This is the cleanest he has been in years. He now drinks occasionally, and when he wants, rather than feeling like he had to drink or high to function. 

Another benefit of trusting Eminem is that Kelly and Eminem were becoming friends. Em saw that Kelly was going down the same path he was years ago until Uncle Elton intervened, and now he was doing the same for Kelly.

Everything was going pretty well until Eminem realized that unlike him and Elton, he had feelings for Kelly, and that was a problem. How could he help him if he wants to date him. Only a few people know that Em is bi with a preference for men. He couldn’t tell Kelly. So Em does the dumb thing and starts to pull away. 

Kelly was starting to feel like he was getting his life back together, and was doing well. But with all things in Kelly’s life something has to go wrong. 

It starts with him and Em not hanging out as much, but Kelly just tells himself it’s because he is probably just busy. Then Em starts canceling plans on him. Their text conversations get shorter and shorter. The final piece is when Kelly finally gets to visit him, after months of trying, Em basically ignores him, won’t look at him, and practically dismisses him.

Kelly can’t take this rejection, not after everything that has happened. He makes it halfway down the hallway when his legs give out, and he starts to cry quietly. He is going over everything in his head trying to figure out what he did wrong. 

He doesn’t know how long he is there on the floor, crying, when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you on the floor? Why are you crying” Em asks, wiping away a tear.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry.”

“I...I don’t know.” Kelly sobs while tears run down his face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t … don’t know what I did to make you so mad at me. Please..hic...please don’t hate me”

Eminem is shocked. Why did Kelly think he was mad at him let alone hate him. Em was so confused.

“I’m sorry.” Kelly kept on repeating between sobs. 

Em did the only thing he could think of. He scopes Kelly up in his arms and takes him to his bedroom, placing Kelly on his bed, and wraps him up in his comforter. Kelly continues to apologize and sobs the whole time this is happening. When he finally quiets down, Em is holding him, like he did when Kelly had his panic attack months ago. 

“What did I do wrong?” Kelly rasps, voice hoarse from crying. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but you haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not mad at you.” Em replies.

“Then why don’t you like me anymore. You helped me get my life back together, and we were like friends, but then you started avoiding me, canceling on me, and today you ignored me and then dismissed me, like I was nothing. I don’t understand. I thought we were friends.” 

“We are friends, Kelly I promise. You have done nothing wrong. I did something wrong.”

Kelly was so confused. The look he was giving Eminem was adorable and pitiful; it makes Em’s feel terrible for how he treated Kells. Looking back he can see why Kelly thinks he hates him. With a heavy sigh, Em makes himself more comfortable before telling Kelly the truth. 

“Not a lot of people know this but I am bisexual, and the reason I was avoiding you was because I have feelings for you. You don’t need me around wanting you when you are trying to make yourself better. I thought it would be better if I removed myself, but I clearly didn’t think how it would look to you. I’m sorry.” 

Kelly buries his face in the junction of Em’s neck. He can feel the tears, from the other man, falling onto his collar bone. Kelly mumbles something that Em can’t make out. 

“I’m sorry Kelly I couldn’t understand what you said.”

“Do you still like me?” Kelly asks a little louder.

EM takes a deep breath, and breaths out before replying. 

“Yes, Kell-”

“Colson. My real name is colson.”

“Yes Colson, I still like you.”

“You really hurt me, Em-”

“Marshall. If I get to call you Colson, you can call me Marshal.”

“You really hurt me Marshal. I thought I had done something to make you hate me. I thought I was going to go back to how I was. Drinking and being high to just get through the day.”

“I’m so sorry Colson. I promise I won’t ever do that again.”

“That’s good, because I like you too.”

After clearing everything up between them, and working on their communication, Em and Kelly start dating. 

(Using there real names are for serious, and super important moments)

Physically

A few months into their relationship, things are going well for them, and the people important to them know they are dating. Most took it well, and the few that didn’t (Rook), didn’t like it because they don’t like one of them (Rook still hates Eminem). Most people have stopped bothering Kelly for the beef, and the death threats have basically stopped.

Kelly had just finished his final concert in Detroit, and a whole week off to visit with his boyfriend, before he had to be somewhere. All they had to do was pack up the equipment, and make sure everyone was good then Kelly could head out.

About thirty minutes past midnight Kelly is heading to his car, when he gets jumped. Three guys come out of the shadows and corner him. Before he could say anything, never mind hand over his wallet, he gets punched in the gut. They continue to wail on Kelly, punching and kicking him, as he struggles to get away. Once beaten to a bloody mess, the men stop. He hears one of them say “that’s what a bitch like you gets for coming to Eminem’s town.” He always knew Detroit was dangerous, but he never thought he would be beaten up for his beef with Em after they ended it, especially after they started dating. He laid there for a moment trying to get up. His whole body hurt. He was bleeding from a few different cuts, his head really hurts, and his vision is blurry. He doesn’t know the extent of his injuries, but he hopes that he won’t need a cast. 

When he finally gets into a sitting position, he sees his phone a few feet away, and miraculously it only has a few cracks on the screen from him dropping it. He calls Em, to come and get him.

Em rushes to Kelly. He brings his security too, to make sure no one else jumps Kelly. EM drives them to the hospital to have him checked out; his boy doesn’t look good.

Kelly is worse for the ware but he will be okay; it could have been much worse. He is covered in cuts, and bruises. He needs 4 stitches for a gash on his back, and gets his nose reset. Beside those injuries Kelly ends up with cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, two broken fingers, a badly sprained ankle, and the doctor confirms he has a concussion. The antiseptic hurt like a bitch, but it’s when they pop his shoulder back in place that he starts to tear up. The doctors agree to release Kelly into Em’s care, with strict orders on what the blond could and couldn’t do, and a few different prescriptions.

Eminem is beyond furious. Some dipshits thought they could jump his boy, beat the shit out of him, and get away with it. Fuck no. He will deal with them later. He wants blood but Kelly needs him right now. He sends two of his guys though to find out what they can.

It’s after four am when they get home. Em carries him up the stairs and tucks him into bed, careful of his injuries. He pulls the curtains tight, and makes sure the room only has a soft, dim light. He reviews the doctor's notes on how to take care of his boyfriend, and puts Kelly’s meds on the bedside table. Em checks the mini fridge in his room is stocked up on water and Gatorade. Once he feels good that he has done everything he could for now, he sets an alarm to wake Kelly up in an hour, and joins him on the bed. 

Kelly wants to sleep most of the morning, but his boyfriend keeps waking him up.

“I know you want to sleep sweetheart but you have a concussion. You can go back to sleep in a minute okay. Come on pet.” This goes on until nearly three. Kelly is still tired, but he hurts all over, and his head is killing him. 

Em is sitting on his bed, his back against his headboard, with his legs stretched out in front of him. Kelly’s head is pillowed in his lap, and he is carding his fingers gently through the blond hair. A notebook on his other side, so he can write some lyrics. 

“Hey Em, I’m kinda hungry.” 

“Does anything sound good to you?”

“Not really, sorry”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’ll figure something out. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah you don’t have to worry about me.”

Em untangled himself from Kelly and headed to the kitchen. He had thought ahead and ordered some chicken soup, and already had the good bread from the bakery Kelly likes, for his visit. He passes on the sweet treats he had ordered with the bread. Kelly’s stomach is probably not up to it, but he does snag a banana before heading back up.

Kelly is right where he left him. If it wasn’t for all of the bandages he would have thought his boyfriend had dozed off.  Kelly should be up, chatting his ear off, doing something ridiculous, and generally just moving about. It broke his heart to see him like this. 

For the next few hours Em resumes gently, petting Kelly’s hair, and softly talks to him, about anything he could think of. Kelly isn’t really listening, but Em didn’t expect him to. Kelly does fall back asleep later, and the older rapper gets to work. 

He takes his phone out, pulling up Paul’s contact, and seeing if he has any news, on the guys who attacked Kelly. He’s not really expecting much, but is hoping for something good. Paul messages him that there is some grainy security footage and the police have a few leads. It was better than Em expected, but not as good as he was hoping for. He then checks in with the two men he sent out this morning. Their news is a little better. They think they have the name of one of the men. 

Em would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of these pieces of shit, but he keeps himself in check. He has to be smart about this, beating the shit out of them would only make him feel better, not Kelly, and if he throws a punch, they could sue him, and it could make things messy for Kelly and him. People would want to know why he would go to such lengths for the blonde. 

He gets up, making sure Kelly will be okay for a bit before heading to his office to make some calls. 

Kelly wakes up, and is confused. His head really hurt, and his body felt like a giant bruise. It all came back, the concert, the attack, the hospital, and Em. He reaches an arm out, trying to feel where his boyfriend was. When he couldn’t feel anyone, he opened his eyes, which wasn’t great. Even the very dim light hurt his eyes, making his headache even worse, and his vision was still blurry. He shut his eyes quickly, trying to make the pain stop. Where was Em? Kelly didn’t know what to do. Em had left him by himself, and he was hurting so bad. 

‘Was Em upset with him? For being such a burden? For being so weak that he couldn’t defend himself? Does Em even want to be with someone so useless?’ Kelly knew that these thoughts weren’t true but his head hurt and he couldn’t concentrate. He had to do something though. Anything but lay there, with his thoughts sprilling. 

Kelly gingerly pushes himself up into a sitting position, careful of his shoulder and ribs. It wasn’t great but it was better. He then scoots to the side of the bed and tries to stand up. It takes a few tries, but he does manage to stand up, leaning heavily on the bed side table. He takes a few steps toward the bedroom door, before his knees give out, and he crumples to the floor. Tears begin to well up in his eyes from the physical pain, and from the feeling of complete failure. Not only was he in more pain now, he couldn’t even make it to the damn door. His thoughts came back, even worse. Kelly’s breaths began to grow quickery, and shallower the longer he lay on the floor, panicking over what Em seeing him, and realizing how useless he was.

Em had finished up his phone calls, and was heading back to Kelly, when he heard a weird sound. He knows that sound, but couldn’t remember where he heard it before, then it hits him. It’s almost the same sound he heard Kelly making, the night he found Kelly, having a panic attack.

“Shit” Em says, as he rushes to the door of his room, opening it quickly, to see Kelly, curled up on the floor, tears running down his face, and breathing very fast and shallow. Not wasting a moment, Em kneels down, gently scooping Kelly up into his arms, before heading to the bed. He sits down holding the injured man close, making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries more than they already had been, and gently starts rubbing circles on his back.

“Shh it’s okay, Colson. You are okay. I’m here. I promise I won’t leave again.” Em says, trying to calm the younger man down. 

Kelly falls asleep like that, in Eminem’s arms. His boyfriend doesn’t know why Kelly tried getting up, or what triggered his panic attack, but he’s going to ask him when he wakes up.

Kelly ends up spending the next two weeks with Em in Detroit, being doted on. Em hardly left his side, after the incident. The first few days were ruff. Em was waking him up every few hours because of his concussion; he was sore and didn’t want to move. His medicine was hard to keep down. Also his concussion made him dizzy, and nauseous; his vision would sometimes get blurry, and his head almost always hurt. Em was with him, helping him do everything, which made Kelly feel like dead weight, and doubt his self worth, but Em saw the signs. Em was there when the younger man was at his lowest, he knew the signs of Kelly’s depression and anxiety, and was always watching for them. He made sure that Kelly knew that he was not a burden, that there was no way he blamed the blond for the attack, that he still wanted him around, that he wasn’t useless, and that he still loved Kelly. 

Em would change his bandages, treat his wounds, help him around the house, and just take care of him. Whenever Kelly was hungry, Em brought him food he could handle, and he enjoyed, like the garlic tomato soup, and skyline chili. They also discovered that Em likes hand feeding Kelly, as much as Kelly likes being fed. Em always wants Kelly to eat more, and if hand feeding the blond then it is a win, win in his eyes.

When Kelly would say that he was sore the older rapper would run him a bath. The warm water felt good to his achy body. Em wouldn’t put any of his bath stuff in the water, worried it might aggravate something, but he did join Kelly a few times. 

Em kept him away from electronic screens as much as possible, but by the end of the two weeks, Kelly really wanted his phone back. He knew looking at his phone, and watching tv was bad for his concussion but he wanted to mindlessly scroll through instagram, see the new drama on twitter, and catch up with everything going on. 

The best part was when Em would sit with him most of the day. Sometimes he would literally sit with Kelly, sometimes with Kelly in his lap, and work on verses, other times he would cuddle Kelly, telling him about what's going on with friends, and people in general. Em holding him, petting his hair, checking on him, and even simply being near to make sure he was doing okay, made Kelly feel better. These actions made Kelly feel cherished, pampered, and loved, and for once didn’t feel terrible about being taken care of. He was learning the difference between being a burden, and being taken care of, and he liked it.

Em loved that Kelly was seeing the difference between wanting to doting on him, and being forced to take care of him. Hopefully Kelly continues to let Em take care of him, even when he’s not hurt. Slow days at home together, being domestic are his favorite. 

Note: EM’s feeding thing is a mix between his own body image issues, wanting Kelly to be healthy, and him actually enjoying feeding Kelly.

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Jeremwood FAHC where battle buddies formed before they joined the crew? Everyone is terrified until they find the pair dead asleep on Gavin or Lindsay, or both, and they just look confused/pleased respectively, and shoo everyone away when they try and wake the pair up? And just, sheer shenanigans between all of them as they all settle into a the full force of the FAHC

Hmm, yes, yes, I see what you’re getting at with this, Anon?

But may I humbly suggest the reason these two Very Scary and Spooky figures choose Team Losers for their respective human pillows has to do with their Tragic Backstories?

For an example:

Before they became the Super Scary duo known throughout all Los Santos (and certain areas outside it, most of which have been reduced to rubble and charred remains because idiots) they were (baby) agents in An Agency somewhere?

Very hush, hush, totally no shady goings on here, no sir Mr. Government overwatch group!

Just patriotic assassinations and the whatnot.

Ryan is all clean-shaven and by the book. Perfect role model for the other baby agents who came after him.

Stellar record and all that, did everything Right.

And then the handler he’s had since graduating the academy retired. (Or is retired, something that plants the initial seed of unrest/suspicion in the back of Ryan’s mind about what he’s been doing all this time, but we’ll get to that later.

Anyway, he gets a shiny new handler in this guy all the way from England, kid with this accent who makes no damn sense and Ryan is >:( because he doesn’t trust him? (Gavin’s a goddamned kid, wet behind the ears and the most ridiculous questions and Ryan’s supposed to trust him to keep him alive?)

But then they get tossed into training exercises and simulations to get used to each other and as annoyed as Ryan is with the ceaseless chatter, Gavin’s always on point when it comes to getting Ryan through the exercise/simulation flawlessly. (Well, okay. There’s a miscommunication or two due to cultural differences but they sort it out before disaster befalls them.)

And at the end of things Ryan’s a little annoyed at the fact he can’t fault Gavin’s expertise at his job. Especially when he’s kind of glowering at Gavin after one of the “cultural differences” arguments and Gavin challenges Ryan to take over Gavin’s job while Gavin runs through the exercise/simulation.

All, “…what?” because his old handler wasn’t a field agent in any form of the word, amazing at her job, sure, but a klutz who only passed the annual certifications because Ryan and her previous agents kept on her about them to make sure she’d pass and all that.

And Gavin, okay. Goddamned twig and just look at him, no way he could pull off an assassination in a controlled setting like this, okay. Gavin just looks at him like he thinks Ryan’s chickening out, because of course he would, and Ryan will be goddmaned if he lets this twig of an asshole get away with that. (Or…something.)

Gavin chortles all the way down to the training room floor, grins up at the cameras he knows Ryan’s watching him through and tosses off a little salute before wading into the training exercise.

Entirely new one the two of them haven’t gone through yet because this is meant to be a test for both of them, right? Gavin going to their superiors and agents and whatevers involved in running these exercises for an official okay from them and all that. (He puts it forward as a bonding exercise, way to gain trust between partners which will up their efficiency rating and all that and of course their superiors are eager to jump at the chance to have the two of them reach active status all the sooner and the whatnot.)

So.

Ryan in Gavin’s little command center realizing he’s maybe made a misstep with this dare/bet? He’d been in the room once or twice before talking to his previous handler, but when Gavin came into the picture he’d had it upgraded. More cameras and gadgets and other bells and whistles Ryan isn’t sure what their function is?

And hes clumsier than he’d like about it, toggling between camera feeds to keep track of Gavin’s progress through the levels. Goddamned mansion the agency had built for this particular exercise and Gavin charming his way through with barely a ripple to mark his passing.

Hasn’t alerted anyone yet and Ryan is struggling to keep up with him and okay, yes, it’s definitely harder than it looks from the outside. (He’s always known it in the back of his head, but it’s different now, isn’t it?)

Things go…okay for a bit, but then their superior threw in a little plot twist towards the end, this Ultimate Test for the two of them they obviously didn’t anticipate and Ryan almost gets Gavin “killed”, sends him down a dead end corridor, guards closing in and they both know he fucked up, and Gavin looks right at the closest camera.

Should, by all rights, be furious with Ryan because he fucked up – but all he does is ask Ryan some simple little question, look up the blueprints on one on the computers and see if there’s a discrepancy with the layout of the area he’s in.

Contractors and clients and other bullshit he doesn’t have time to explain, because Plot Reasons. Mainly due to the fact Gavin got his hands on the real blueprints involved in building the course level they’re using for the exercise because he likes to be thorough like that. (Might be considered cheating, but he’s all about everything he can do to keep his agent alive, even in a supposedly safe environment like the agency training courses.)

Lo and behold there is, some botched bit with the ducts or something hastily covered up, Ryan’s hardly an expert despite all the time he’s spent crawling through various systems in his career to date.

Gavin grins as he backtracks and finds the botched bit of construction hastily covered over. Since the “building” the agency is using for this training exercise is an overblown set piece it’s just been wallpapered over or something else, and Gavin is easily able to get through it and escape that way, because Plot Reasons.

Ryan’s still a bit shaken at the close call and Gavin has to get him back on task of leading him out of the ducts he’s in, which he does. Watching silently as Gavin exits the training level with the McGuffin he was sent to steal and a dead target behind him.

He apologizes to Gavin for almost getting him killed, which Gavin laughs and dismisses because he knows it wasn’t intentional (right, Ryan?), but maybe now he understands Gavin’s up to the job of keeping Ryan alive if he’ll let him.

Their bosses side-eye them for basically Kobayashi Maru-ing their way out of the training exercise, but decide Gavin’s more of an asset than they anticipated and praise him for his thoroughness. (While making a mental note to keep an eye on him because he really shouldn’t have been able to get his hands on those blueprints, you know?)

Anyway, they work together for a year or two until Ryan gets picked for this new agency that’s come along in the meantime. Even shadier doings than his original agency and so sorry, but you’ll be given a new handler and a field partner and really, Agent Haywood, you’ll be doing your country a great service with this new agency.

There’s this whole Thing where they say their goodbyes and Gavin, who has a bad feeling about all of it, warns Ryan to watch hi back out there since Gavin won’t be there to do it for him. Ryan is all ??? and also ditto and a little if Gavin ever needs anything to contact him? Which Gavin promises to do with more vice versa, but honestly they know the odds of them ever meeting again are slim to none.

(And Ryan’s kind of right, when his old agency goes down in flames a half a year or so later. Sabotage and all that and so many dead with Gavin’s name of the list of casualties and okay, right, totally nothing suspect there. Ryan absolutely buys into that load of horseshit after the way he saw their agency being whittled down before Ryan was picked for his current agency, or course. Totally doesn��t have a little side-hobby of untangling that mess to get to the truth, goodness no.)

ANYWAY.

Ryan gets paired up with Jeremy who is obviously a rookie agent out of whatever agency handed him over to their current agency.

Young and inexperienced in the field but eager to learn and smart as hell. Lot of potential and best of all doesn’t take Ryan’s bullshit, which is awesome.

There’s an adjustment period for both of them because their new agency is a bit more lax with the rules and regulations, and Jeremy rubs off on Ryan a little over time and vice versa.

They get this handler who is calm and professional – for the most part.

The three of them don’t really click as a team for their first few missions, but the third or fourth one in things go to shit in the most chaotic, bizarre ways possible?

And their handler, who up to this point has been completely normal proposes a ridiculous plan to get them out of their predicament and the worst thing is it works? Ryan in a goddamned clown suit and Jeremy posing as a cowboy (???) and they get their target and escape without incident somehow?

Get to listen to their handler howling with laughter as they speed away in a speedboat and share this look because what the hell? And Lindsay – of fucking course it’s Lindsay – getting herself under control to coordinate their extraction and whatnot.

Things get better (worse???) after that because their missions tend to go to shit more often than not requiring the most ridiculous plans to succeed and they’re still considered their agency’s top operatives.

Life has never been so strange for any of them.

Ryan loosens up, decides he likes the look of the beard he grew for a mission and keeps it unless there’s another mission that requires he shave it. (And then he goes right back to growing it out, and also just kind of loses his mind in general because no one can stay sane with both Jeremy and Lindsay in the mix, okay, no one.)

Lindsay starts joking around with them when they’re in the field and Jeremy is just. So flabbergasted at half the things she says and it’s all gloriously wonderful shenanigans and chaos and all that for a good long while for the three of them.

Lindsay watches these two idiots she’s responsible doing the Mutual Pining Thing and laughing at them because it’s pretty damn obvious they’re head over heals for one another?

All these little gestures between them in and out of the field, but then it just gets sad, you know?

Close calls thanks to the nature of their line of work, Jeremy sitting beside Ryan’s bed down in medical after a bad mission and vice versa. Longing Looks and Quiet Pining and Lindsay is their confidant and does her best to drops hints without betraying either of their trust in her.

Setting up situations where they have lunch or dinner together. The three of them out to have a dinner to celebrate some team milepost or whatever but she gets called away at the last minute for some minor  problem but no, really, you two enjoy yourselves they can do this again at a later date. (Heavy emphasis on the word date, but they’re too dense to pick up on it.)

And then! Just when she thinks they realize there’s a Mutual Pining Situation going on and might be about to do something about it?

Bad shit happens, because of course it does.

Someone contacts Lindsay, tells her trouble’s headed their way and to look out for her boys because they’re going to be at the heart of it, and Lindsay.

Oh, she knows exactly who sent her that message, the ones that follow because Gavin’s clever, right, but she’s just as good at her job as he is. (There’s this whole Thing where they met years ago, thanks to friendly inter-agency rivalries and Gavin worrying about idiot Ryan and just. Yeah.)

It’s thanks to him the three of them are prepared for the suicide mission meant to get rid of the Battle Buddies (the usual Conspiracy Plot Reasons) that allows them to fake their deaths. Handy little tip telling them a good place to hide out is Los Santos, and hey, take the scenic route just in case, which they do.

Meanwhile, Lindsay has all these files and the whatnot on what their agency have been up to that end up in the right hands, some reputable reporter or whoever and goes to lunch one day and forgets to go back afterwards.

Doesn’t go so far to fake her death, just disappears as far as the rest of the world is concerned while the agency more or less burns to the ground behind her.

She ends up in Los Santos too, gets a nice little apartment somewhere and gets a reputation for being a crazy cat lady with all the strays she looks after, fosters, handing them over to good homes and the like.

Hears rumors going around about this pair of mercs new on the scene a year or two later. Big scary bastard going around wearing a skull mask and his partner with the cowboy ensemble and laughs herself sick when she sees her boys on the news one night, because they haven’t changed a goddamned bit.

Wonders if they ever figured their shit out and makes plans to contact them to ask how they’ve been doing, but she gets a job offer before she can.

Some crew or other with a reputation of their own and this skinny prick of a Brit with the most obnoxious grin and gaudy sunglasses and the Fakes would be interested in someone with your particular skills, and is she interested?

Lindsay just looks at Gavin in his ridiculous get up and decides the hell with it, you know? She’s been on vacation long enough and if someone like him trusts these assholes she’s fine with it.

They hand her control of B-Team and she kind of loves it. The crew is her kind of chaotic and she gets why Gavin chose them out of all the crews in Los Santos.

No brainer when Geoff’s looking to expand the crew and there are these two idiots running around causing chaos without anyone to watch their backs but themselves. (Well, okay. And Gavin and Lindsay from the shadows, but they’re stretching themselves thin watching out for the Fakes and the Battle Buddies and it just makes sense to have them all under the same roof, so to speak.)

And then!

Ryan and Jeremy being ??? and !!! at seeing Gavin and Lindsay – initially suspicious because what are the odds?

Jeremy watching Ryan circling Gavin because it’s been years and he really wants to think he can trust the little shit, but so much has happened he’s not sure he can?(All this time he’s been trying to find out what happened to him only to see Gavin cozied up to the biggest crew in Los Santos???)

But then he realizes Lindsay trusts Gavin implicitly, that Gavin’s the reason the three of them made it out of the agency alive at all, and Gavin’s just giving him this little smile waiting for Ryan to make up his mind the way he did when they met all those years ago.

Various shenanigans as he realizes Gavin’s safe, the Fakes are safe, and Jeremy relaxes because he trusts Ryan’s judgment in this?

The two of them realize the others have no idea the four of them know each other from Before and get a kick out of fucking with them whenever they can, hence the human pillow Thing.

Big scary mercs napping like little kittens on them and everyone else being !!! because what do now??? while Gavin and Lindsay are like, no! They need their sleep, hush up or go away because you have no idea about these idiots and their sleeping habits! >:((((((((((

The slow realization the rest of the crew have that allowing the four of them to Shenanigate was a Terrible Idea as they rain chaos on Los Santos (and occasionally the crew itself).

Also?

Just shenanigans in general with Ryan being a creepy bastard and Jeremy being Jeremy and everyone worrying Gavin and Lindsay are going to be horribly murderized like the idiots they are because they just keep teasing and making fun of Ryan and Jeremy. Like. Mercilessly so the way they do the rest of the crew?

At least until something happens with someone from their old agencies out for Revenge and Gavin and Lindsay get grabbed and the crew going crazy trying to find them?

And then there’s the Battle Buddies all terrifyingly professional about ripping these bastards apart for touching their family – and their Tragic Backstories are revealed in which the crew had no idea about the (former) sekrit agents in their midst this whole time.

Also, also, the bastards who grabbed Gavin and Lindsay are suffering before the rescue party gets to their little hideout because Team Losers is a force to reckoned with on their own, you know?

Supposedly where the baddies want them, but the baddies miscalculated because they’re locked in there with Team Losers and oh God, make it stop, make it stop.

Absolutely no one on the crew’s side of things being surprised by this turn of events and it’s kind of a mercy killing for the baddies once they realize what’s going on.

Gavin and Lindsay just :DDDDDDDDDD “What took you guys so long?” even though they’re a bit bloodied up and kind of hurty feeling and everyone is just fucking Christ, you idiots.

And then shenanigans???

[zero-heather]

Persona  Main Cast Arcana Swap (Spoilers!)

I wasn’t really paying attention to ships and stuff like that while making this, more-so what was interesting to switch. It occurred to me in the planning of the P2 cast that some crushes are canon. But, here we go anyway!

Persona 1

The Emporer - Reiji Kido (Protagonist): A silent boy who lost his older half-brother during his younger years. He carved an X on his forehead using a knife to make sure his parents don’t treat him like he was his brother. The Chariot - Naoya Toudou: The partially-spoiled son of a manga company. An occasional troublemaker, but also a nice person. His crush is in the hospital. The Hierophant - Masao Inaba: A rich young boy who will soon inherit control over a large group of companies called the Inaba Group. He’s spoiled, intelligent and has no tolerance for stupidity of any kind. The Strength - Kei Nanjo: A father-like figure that almost everyone St. Hermelin looks up to. He is an ex-yanki who was reformed by one of his teachers, to whom he has great respect for. The Justice - Yukino Mayuzumi: A girl who likes to make jokes and prank people for attention. Her parents were never really around for her and she was laughed a lot during her childhood. The Hermit - Hidehiko Uesugi: A young boy who has been hospitalized for a little over a year. His childhood friend, Reiji Kido, occasionally visits him and he gets more frequent visits from Naoya Toudou. His father is too busy to visit him. The Judgement - Maki Sonomura: A beautiful and intelligent girl who has come back to Japan from studying abroad. She aspires to travel the world, but wants to stay in her hometown for the rest of her studies. The Magician - Eriko Kirishima: An airheaded girl who hates hearing anything that displeases her. She likes to live in the moment and doesn’t think about her future too much. The Devil - Yuka Ayase: A delinquent who doesn’t have much care for anything or anyone other than her parents, who are poor. She usually plays hard to get but is a really nice person inside.

Persona 2 Duology

The Sun - Katsuya Suou: A delinquent type adult. His younger brother gives him lectures on how he should try and be a better person but he doesn’t care. Hates his brother and his father. The Justice - Tatsuya Suou: Katsuya’s younger brother, a high school student who wants to join the police force to clear his father’s name. Also has an obvious crush.

The Death - Kaoru Saga: A narcissistic young man in his early 20s who runs a band, in which he is called Baofu. He rejected his parents constant complaining on how he should be a ‘Traditional Japanese Man’, but he still has a very low self esteem. The Hanged Man - Eikichi Mishina: A high school boy who is able to wiretap and hack into any known database. He hangs around Tatsuya’s friend group, despite remaining a mystery to even them. He goes by the name Michel. The Wheel of Fortune - Maya Amano: A young woman who was the childhood friend of Katsuya. Her parents are both deceased and she works for COOLEST Magazine. All that aside, she’s calm, collected and likes flowers.

The Moon - Jun Kurosu: A high school boy whose motto is ‘think positive’, even in tight situations. He makes friends easily and happens to forget a lot of things, but is a good person. Also doesn’t believe many people like him. The Lovers - Ulala Serizawa: A hyper young woman who knows martial arts and is a fan of Bruce Lee. Her parents wanted her to be a ‘Traditional Japanese Woman’, but just like Kaoru, she rejected their wishes.

The Star - Lisa Silverman: A high school girl who has bad luck with men and can never seem to find someone right for her. She’s a professional boxer and also sneaks out to drink, despite being underage.

The Strength - Kei Nanjo: A photographer for COOLEST Magazine who was involved in the SEBEC incident. He works with Maya Amano, and with the help of her and his old teacher, he’s comfortable with who he is now.

Persona 3

The Fool - Aigis/Metis: A high school student who came back to Tatsumi Port Island 10 years after their parents died on the bridge due to a fire. Canon is Aigis, which is female, and optional is Metis, who is male. The Lovers - Minako Arisato: A young bubbly girl who likes big crowds. She’s a popular girl at school, unknowingly, and also stays in the Gekkoukan High Dorms. She has a gun holster on her belt and has a brother. Somewhat loud and “obnoxious”. The Magician - Minato Arisato: A young blunt boy who hates big crowds. He’s a popular boy at school, unknowingly, and also stays in the Gekkoukan High Dorms. He has a gun holster on his belt and has a sister. Reserved and introverted. The Empress - Yukari Takeba: A wealthy individual and next in line to inherit control of the Takeba Group. She’s a very intelligent person and many people look up to her, as she is also the student council president. The Emporer - Junpei Iori: A second year that runs the boxing club at Gekkoukan High. He takes boxing very seriously and also finds it a good stress reliever. He’s determined and courageous, and also a good mentor. The High Priestess - Mitsuru Kirijo: A quite and kept-in girl, she serves as the navigator for SEES. Her best friend would have been found outside Gekkoukan High with Apathy Syndrome if not for her. She’s a bookworm and likes sci-fi. The Hierophant - Akihiko Sanada: A shady third year who hardly shows up at school. He only joined SEES for personal reasons which he refuses to share. Has a soft spot for Fuuka, and is good friends with Junpei. The Justice - Fuuka Yamagishi: A little girl who seems to know Akihiko from her past. She’s well behaned and a good role-model for others her age. Despite being 11, she lives in the Gekkoukan High Dorms. The Chariot - Shinjiro Aragaki: A robot made to destroy shadows. He can only develop human feelings through contact with those feelings. He is enrolled in Gekkoukan High as a second year, despite being a robot and seeming more like a third year.

Persona 4

The Fool - Teddie: A transfer student from Tokyo who came to live with his uncle for a year. He’s very anxious in social situations, and arguments between his friends makes him nervous. Has a weird obsession with bears. The Magician - Rise Kujikawa: A goofy and fun young girl. Her parents are the managers at Junes, and she works part-time there. She’s also in Teddie’s class.

The Chariot - Kanji Tatsumi: An intimidating young boy with martial arts skills. He may be buff but he’s not really aggressive. Suggests eating more meat a lot and is good friends with Rise. The Emporer - Yosuke Hanamura: A badass who was able to take down an entire biker gang by himself. Feared by his classmates, but he is a good person. He likes knitting and has more feminine hobbies, he also questions his sexuality a lot. Despite being skinny, he’s a lot stronger than the buffest one in the group. The Lovers - Yu Narukami: A model who is famous for his cross-dressing and his way to charm crowds. He’s very blunt about his thoughts but he means no harm. He’s a fun person to have around, but he already has a crush.

The Star - Yukiko Amagi: A strange woman who came from the TV world. She makes a lot of puns, albeit sometimes doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and is fascinated with the human world. The Wheel of Fortune - Chie Satonaka: A detective who acted like she was male for most of her life. Is only now getting used to being able to freely act like a woman, and is still coping with her identity. She’s logical and the smartest in the group.

Persona 5

The Fool - Morgana: A young boy who was arrested on false charges and sent to Tokyo for a whole year as ‘probation’. Despite all the rumors surrounding him, he’s a good person and probably the most lenient friend you’ll ever find. The Chariot - Haru Okumura: An ex-track and field runner, she hates how adults think they can just lie their way through life and not have any consequences. A good hearted person with a somewhat goofy attitude. The Magician - Futaba Sakura: A young girl who was found trapped in Kamoshida’s Palace. She eventually decided to come over to the human world and take the guise of Futaba Sakura. Kind of annoying but overall understanding and polite. The Lovers - Akira Kurusu: A young boy who was being sexually abused by Kamoshida, as for a while he kept telling everyone and himself he was female. He eventually came out as a male publicly, despite being a bit nervous about it. A strong-hearted individual. The Emporer - Ryuji Sakamoto: A young painter who seems to think Akira is still a girl, despite him publicly stating he was male. He’s polite but also poor, so he starves himself a lot which explains his slim yet tall figure. The High Priestess - Ann Takamaki (P5)/Kasumi Yoshizawa (P5R): The student council president of Shuujin Academy. She keeps up her polite and obeying act in public, but when she’s with the group she’s an absolute unit that no one dares cross. The Hermit - Goro Akechi: His father runs the coffee shop which Morgana is in, and he also has an obsession with video games. He serves as the navigator for the group. He is reserved and hates going out in public. The Justice - Yusuke Kitagawa: A young and upcoming detective. He may be polite in public, but he’s really a sociopath who will murder anybody and anything that upsets him. The Faith - Ann Takamaki (P5R): An elegant and intelligent young girl, who gets the top score at Shuujin, which is why she was offered a scholarship there. She’s actually very stressed out and often becomes depressed for no reason.