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tgmsunmontue · 6 months ago

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Second time lucky...

College AU featuring Bradshaw!Twins Bradford and Bradley, a Jake Seresin with a crush, and a long-suffering Javy Machado.

“He’s so fucking hot,” Jake whines and Javy rolls his eyes, clearly sick of hearing about it but Jake just can’t help himself.

They’re watching a group play ultimate frisbee, a sport they’ve both learnt to come to appreciate watching when the teams differentiate themselves by shirts and no-shirts, the women stripping to tanks and everyone wearing the shortest-shorts they apparently seem to own. Jake approves, even if he doesn’t really understand how the game itself works. But the guy is playing, and Jake has dedicated a lot of time to watching him.

He’s been seeing the guy everywhere on campus, can’t seem to walk anywhere without seeing him and it’s really fucking distracting. He goes to the pool, and the guy is there. He goes to the gym, the guy is there. He goes to the library, the guy is fucking there. He’s not in any of Jake’s classes thankfully, he does get some reprieve, however if the guy was in a class he’d have an actual chance of learning his name.

“Where’s your infamous charm now? Why don’t you just go and ask him out?” Javy asks. While there are a lot of names being thrown around, it’s impossible to tell which one belongs to the guy in question.

“I… I can’t.”

“Seriously? You can’t? You’re actually… oh my god. You actually care about getting rejected by this guy.”

Part of Jake wants to snap that he doesn’t care. And that he doesn’t get rejected. However he has to admit that he usually doesn’t get rejected because he generally only asks people who are a sure thing. People who have made their interest known. With this guy, he just doesn’t know. Sometimes he thinks that maybe yeah, he’d totally be down to going out with Jake. Maybe. And other times there’s definitely zero interest. So it’s not like the guy is blowing hot and cold. More like… barely lukewarm and cold. Maybe once or twice he thinks there was something, but it had been gone so fast he’s pretty sure he imagined it.

… … …

“I think I’ve found you an in. The guy is a member of the Delta Frat. And he’s a senior. That’s why he’s not in any of our classes.”

“He’s in a frat?” Jake asks, pulling a face.

“Yeah, and I am totally judging your taste. Because not only is he in a frat, but his name is Bradford Bradshaw.”

“Oh god…” Jake groans, because that is one hell of a name. But he has a name now, and he recognizes it as being one yelled out while watching ultimate frisbee, so it sounds like it is probably the same person.

“And, because they’re a frat, they’re having a party on Friday night to celebrate… the end of the week probably. I don’t remember. Anyway, I got the details. You owe me.”

Jake feels like he might throw up.

Javy has gone to all this effort for him, he can’t just not use it.

… … …

They stand in front of the house and it doesn’t seem like there’s a party and they look at each other hesitantly before Javy shoves him into motion with a push to his shoulder.

“Just walk up and knock. Come on.”

He huffs out a breath and squares his shoulders. He can do this. He raises his hand to knock and then the door is opening away from him and there’s a guy standing there looking at them, wide smile on his face, and at least he looks welcoming rather than asking them who the fuck they are.

“Oh, hey man, just go straight in. Mickey’s out the back heating the grill, think Bradshaw’s in the kitchen. You’re a bit early, game doesn’t start for another hour.”

He exchanges a look with Javy, because that would have been useful information to have, and he also feels empty handed, like maybe some chips and dip wouldn’t have gone astray, because it seems far too settled, too quiet, considering they’re having a party, and Bradshaw is in the kitchen. Chips and dip would give his hands something to do, something to hold onto. Reaching out to grasp hold of Javy just doesn’t elicit the image he’s at least trying to portray here.

There’s posters and scarves for different teams. A pair of silicon boobs is sitting on a shelf beside what Jake is pretty sure is a bong. Beside which is a dildo. Okay then. They walk further into the house, and there he is. Bradford Bradshaw, in the kitchen as promised, poking at an assortment of Jello shots in the fridge. They’re arranged like a rainbow, and it gives Jake a little flare of hope, because so far, the house had been very… frat bro aesthetic.

“Uh. Hi. I’m Jake.”

“Hey man. Bradford. I think I’ve seen you around. Swim team right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jake manages to croak, because that also bodes well for him, that the guy has at least noticed him enough to know that. “I’m actually here to see if you’d be interested in going out sometime,” Jake says, surprised his voice sounds fairly level given how badly he feels like his insides are shaking.

The guy has looked up sharply at that, his eyes have gone wide and he’s suddenly looking supremely fucking awkward and Jake shrinks inside. God. He’s about to get rejected. At least he can just leave. And maybe transfer to another college. Or country.

“Oh… dude. I’m flattered. Seriously. Uh. Look. You want the good news or the bad news first?”

Jake isn’t quite sure how there is any good news to come out of being rejected and he just shakes his head, is already stepping back, heading toward the door. But the guy is quick, slaps his hand against it and looks at Jake likes he’s an idiot. Sue him, maybe he is.

“So, bad news, I’m mostly pretty straight. And I know that without any shadow of a doubt,” Bradford says, like he’s trying to somehow let Jake down gently, but he seems happy or eager about something, like crushing Jake is somehow making his night. “So, while I don’t really bat for your team I did say I have some good news. I have an identical twin brother who is very not straight, so… lets go find him!”

“Uh, what?”

“An identical twin. Well, identical enough. So if it’s all this you want to get up in on, then I have another model that I think would be very, uh, interested,” Bradford says, gesturing at himself and Jake despairs of himself, because unfortunately he is very much interested in getting all up in that. He looks to Javy, who has followed them, and he’s glad, because they’re walking down the street past other houses. He’s pretty sure he’s not getting pranked or anything, most people don’t invent something like an identical twin out of thin air as a joke…

“How do you know? That he’d be interested?” Javy asks, and Jake blinks, looks between them, because he hadn’t caught that, his mind too busy processing the idea that there are two guys that look like this and that he wasn’t going mad thinking he was seeing them everywhere.

“What?”

“Would you believe twin telepathy?”

Jake raises an eyebrow disbelievingly and scoffs.

“No.”

“That’s a good thing, he doesn’t buy into any of that bullshit either. What he has been doing though is whine about this guy…” he says, turns to give Jake a quick up and down glance which makes him flush a little, because this is still the guy Jake has been sort of drooling over the last few weeks. “You happen to have a toothpick on you?” Bradford suddenly asks, apropos of nothing and Jake glares at Javy when he snorts.

“Yeah, I have a couple. Why?”

“Oh yeah, you’ll do. He’s been mooning over this guy with an oral fixation that won’t stop flicking a toothpick with his tongue. And buddy, I don’t know how many guys are walking around with a supply of toothpicks to fellate, but I’m pretty sure I’m about to fucking play cupid.”

Javy is outright laughing now and Jake punches him in the arm, wrestles away from the noogie Javy tries to give him in retaliation.

“What’s his name?” Jake asks, trying to straighten his hair, no idea how close they might be getting, but they’ve been walking pretty fast for about five minutes now.

“Bradley.”

“Your parents named you Bradley and Bradford?”

“Our parents think they’re hilarious. Last name Bradshaw remember.”

“Yikes.”

“It’s fine, means we’ve got thick skin and a decent sense of humor. Although, while I can commend you on your taste, he is definitely the more boring twin. See if you can make him come to the party, I made the Jello shots especially for him.”

Oh. That’s kind of sweet Jake realizes, showing support through no-doubt alcoholic Jello shots arranged in rainbow colors.

“I’ll ask him.”

“Good thing you’ve got balls and are doing the asking, because he’d never get around to it. Anyway, this is him,” Bradford says, and he’s just pushing the door open and kicking his shoes off and Jake exchanges a look with Javy and just follows after him, scrambling a little to keep up as Bradford just calls out a general welcome to the house, telling anyone who can hear him that it’s only him, and not someone here to steal their shit. From somewhere there’s an answering yell about them having nothing worth stealing and Jake blinks, because he’s in the dorms, and this isn’t a frat house, but it’s still a shared house of some sort, smaller for sure. Then Bradford is banging on a door, and Jake sucks in a deep breath, because this must be Bradley’s door. His bedroom. Oh shit, suddenly this feels far too personal and he feels like he’s shaking.

“Bradley!” Bang bang bang. “Bradley stop jerking off and answer your door man.” Bang bang bang. “Dude, come on, I will open this door on you…”

Then the door swings open and there is another man standing there, the spitting image of Bradford, but he looks furious, eyes flashing, knuckles white where they’re gripping the door and Jake swallows nervously, but also a little turned on. That anger isn’t directed at him after all.

“For fucks sake Bradford, I’m trying to study!”

“Yeah, not anymore you’re not. Here. I come bearing gifts. You can thank me later.”

Then Jake is being grabbed and hauled in front of Bradford like a human shield and the change in expression from anger to surprise on Bradley’s face is immediate.

“Uh, hi.”

“You’re the guy from the library,” Bradley says and Jake nods.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize you had a twin brother.”

“Yeah, my whole life.”

“Um. Did you want to… um. Get a drink sometime?” Jake asks, and the way Bradley is looking at him is still surprised, like he can’t believe Jake is there. And Jake hadn’t ever planned to do this in front of Javy and somehow, the identical twin of the guy he’s got a crush on. Well, he was told going to college would give him new life experiences.

“What?”

“A date. Or something. Or just studying together if you don’t have much time. Just, uh, I wanted to ask you out.”

“And my work here is done,” Bradford says, taking a step back and making a bow. “I’ll see you round. You want to come back with me?” Bradford says, turning to Javy with the last question, and Javy’s giving Jake a little salute, slap to the arm and he’s leaving with Bradford; leaving Jake there alone.

They stand there awkwardly looking at each other and Jake’s wondering if he should maybe just leave, because Bradley hasn’t said anything else, not even yes to Jake’s jumbled date asking.

“I think I’m just going to go. Leave you to it.”

“No! Sorry… I’m just. You want to go out with me?”

“Yeah. I’d like to… get to know you.”

“Yeah, okay. That would be nice. What’s your name?”

“Oh shit. Jake. My name’s Jake Seresin. It’s nice to meet you.”

The smile Bradley gives him is breathtaking and Jake can’t help but smile back, his stomach feeling like a kaleidoscope of butterflies has made itself at home, but he feels a lot less nervous now.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

They kind of stand there and just grin at each other for a few moments, and Jake feels so relieved that Bradley seems to be into him.

“Oh. Did you want a drink, or to… go out somewhere? Now?” Bradley asks.

“Well, we could go to the party. Just walk there, say hi, then walk back…”

“You don’t want to actually spend time at the party?”

“No, not really. I was only going to meet you, so… Think your brother might like to see you there though.”

“I think the last thing Bradford wants is me there killing his vibe, but sure, a walk sounds nice.”

… … …

As they walk their arms brush and bump occasionally and Jake finds himself unable to stop smiling. He’s also pretty sure he’s blushing, but Bradley is definitely blushing, so Jake doesn’t care. They’re walking slowly, ambling really, neither in a rush. They’ve talked about what they’re studying, their families, friends and now…

“I need to teach you how to tell Bradford and I apart. For a start, he’s left handed. He’s also taller and heavier. I’m the oldest though, but you can’t tell that from looking.”

“Hopefully I get to know you well enough I’ll just be able to look and easily tell you apart. Your parents can tell you apart, right?”

“Yeah. Mostly. As long as they’re actually paying attention. Our voices changed when we went through puberty. We sound pretty much the same now, except for the part where he sounds like a typical frat-boy jock.”

“You do seem to have very different personalities,” Jake concedes, and part of him is glad that Bradley seems more chilled out than Bradford.

They’re back in front of the Delta Frat and Bradley is pulling a face and rolling his eyes, and Jake laughs, reaches for his hand to tug him inside.

“Five minutes. Ten max and then we can leave. Okay?”

“Okay. I’m holding you to that.”

Jake grins and then pushes the door open. There are a lot more people here now, there’s music and a football game being projected onto a white wall in the living room. There’s a keg and the smell of cooking meat. It’s still early, no-one appears drunk, although he’s sure that’s a certainty considering someone is setting up beer pong. Bradley is rolling his eyes and Jake pokes him for good measure, it’s not his scene either, but he’s not going to judge his peers if they want to take part.

“Bro! You made it! Oh my god, you’re a miracle worker already!” Bradford says to Jake, slapping him on the back and reaching out to give Bradley a fist bump. “I made you Jello shots! Rainbow Jello shots!”

“Of course you did…” Bradley sighs.

“It’s sweet of him,” Jake murmurs in Bradley’s ear, because he doesn’t know either of them well, not yet, but he imagines one of his siblings trying to be supportive by making him rainbow colored drinks at a party and it is sweet.

“They’re Redbull and vodka, caffeine and alcohol, avoid at all costs.”

“One won’t hurt…”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper-wrapped toothpick, strips the paper off and runs it around the inside of the shot glass, loosening the Jello so he can better suck the entire thing into his mouth. His tongue is running over the bottom of the shot when he realizes exactly what it might look like, because Bradley is watching him with hooded eyes and he swallows, nervous again.

“You and your fucking toothpicks.”

Jello now gone Jake sticks the toothpick in his mouth and rotates it 360, raises an eyebrow.

“I think you have a thing for my toothpick…”

“I have a thing for a guy who might have an oral fixation. It’s been five minutes; can we go now?”

“Lead the way.”

“You guys leaving already?” Bradford asks.

“I have better things to do,” Bradley states and Jake snorts.

“Yeah you do! Go. Have fun.”

“Oh my god…”

“I’ve only known him like an hour, you walked right into that one,” Jake says, grinning, letting Bradley pull him out of the house.

“He’s the worst.”

Jake isn’t going to agree or disagree, because he’s pretty sure Bradford would die for Bradley, but also if anyone pointed out to him how much his siblings loved him, he’d also deny it until his dying breath. He does laugh along with Bradley though, as they walk back to his place, and he doesn’t miss Bradley’s eyes flicking to his lips, where the toothpick is still being worried at between his teeth. They’re almost back to Bradley’s when he slows to a stop and turns toward him, and the street is quiet and empty.

“Can I kiss you?”

Jake quickly takes the toothpick from his mouth and throws it into the nearest bush.

“Yes, yes you definitely can.”

(FYI - all photos (and children) are my own. I haven't gone and posted pictures of someone else's kids without their consent etc.)

This fic fills the "Frat Party" square on my Top Gun AU Bingo card, as well as the "Free Space" which can be either a College AU, or Bradshaw Twins AU.

#Hangster #Top Gun Maverick AU #Sereshaw #College AU

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lainiespicewrites · 10 months ago

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Electric summer Ch. 2

Here is chapter 2! I love everything about this story so far it’s so fun to write and I adore writing Sy! It was so weird I was modeling this after my time at camp and I literally got a brochure from them in the mail today😂 maybe the universe is telling me something 👀

Anyway enjoy! Comments, likes and weblogs are encouraged!

Summary: Sy and ofc are united as camp co-counselors and spend the day catching up and reminiscing!

Warnings:none? Just cursing a lil

Link for Pt 1 if you missed it 🥰

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I blinked a few times in disbelief. “How, I-I…aren’t you…” I stammered trying to string a sentence together, still lost in the puzzle my brain was trying to work out. How was he standing here in front of me right now?

“Come here,” He laughed. Throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a tight hug. I was still for a moment still in shock about the situation but I pulled myself out of it and hugged him back squeezing just as tight.

“I can’t believe it,” He chuckled. “This had to be Rebecca’s doing.” He said.She was an old counselor of ours. She was with us our last summer together.She also happened to be camp director now and in charge of assigning cabin groups. This was surely not a coincidence. Sy’s arms were still around me. Admittedly I wasn’t ready to pull away just yet either. I was afraid he’d disappear and this would all be a dream. My mind was playing tricks on me or something.

“How are you here?” I finally strung the question together, pulling back to look up at him. Did he get taller? I could have shrunk but I swear he got taller. “I mean aren’t you in the military?” I asked, obviously confused.

“Take a walk with me?” he asked. “I’ve been dying to see this place again.” He added. I nodded and we finally let go of each other. It may have been years since we’d seen each other but I could still read him. Logan was social. He loved to talk, he was extremely expressive and attentive. Right now he’s quiet. And pensive. When we walked away from the cabin he shoved both hands in his pockets staring straight ahead. Whatever had happened it was difficult for him. Like the night on the lake in the canoe. When he told me he wouldn’t be coming back to camp. It’s why he wouldn’t look at me. He knew or was afraid that after all this time I could tell when something was hard for him.

He hated coming off as weak. It’s why he was so competitive. When the boys played ultimate frisbee his team always won. In high school when he played football he was the quarterback. He had to be the best. The strongest. The leader. But not with me. He told me that once. He told me even before our summer fling, back when all we were was best friends excited to spend the summer together. That’s why he liked me so much. He could let his guard down with me. I didn’t understand it then. But eventually I figured out exactly what he meant. And I saw it in him now. Even when we’d only been reunited for minutes.

We walked from my cabin and through the park out to an open field outside the woods. There was a path that ran alongside it. If you took it left it would take you to the lake down to the dock to swim, if you followed it further you crossed a bridge and you could go sailing or take out a kayak or a canoe. If you took the path right it was a hiking trail. It had its own forks in the road one leading to a nature preserve and a small shelter where the camp housed some exotic reptiles and other animals. And one that led to a ropes course and a rock climbing station. We didn’t take either path. Sy stopped walking and stared off at the trees. I came up next to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me, we don’t have to talk about it, whatever it is. I’m just really glad you’re here.” I spoke softly. I felt his hand over mine on his shoulder and he turned to me with a sad smile. He let out a deep breath before he spoke

“I’m retired from the military. Uh, discharged. Medically.” He stared at the grass when he spoke. I could hear the shame in his voice. It broke my heart. I slid my hand off his shoulder and over his back soothingly. I didn’t say anything. He knew I was listening. “Last April, I was leading the boys into a raid. We’d been waiting on this for weeks. Trying to find these guys. Somehow they got tipped off that we were comin’ and they were ready. One of my boys was being attacked. Enemy came out of nowhere. I jumped to cover him. Told him to run up stairs with the rest of the guys to secure the building. He was alright. His chest plate protected him. But I got shot in the leg with 2 bullets. I managed to stop the attacker. But I had to be carried out of there. They sent a Med-line, it's a helicopter.” He explained. I nodded and let him keep talking.

“I was in surgery that night. They almost thought I was gonna have to lose it. But the Dr was able to get the bullets out. They uh, didn’t think I’d walk right again. So.. I was discharged from the military not long after. They transferred me to a civilian hospital for physical therapy…” He trailed off.

“How is it now?” I asked softly. He finally looked up from the grass. My voice pulled him back to reality.

“I ain’t gonna be runnin’ in the Olympics anytime soon but. Normal. Aches sometimes when the weather gets weird or cold. Probably coulda went back but no one knew how long it would take. Or if…if I’d ever get better.” He said.

“They should’ve known,” I said, “nothing stops Logan Syverson when he’s got his mind made up.” There it was. That genuine smile I’d missed all these years.

“Guess they don’t know me like you do,” He chuckled. “Enough about me, it’s been 7 years darlin what have I missed?” he asked, his hand hovering over my lower back guiding me toward the left path. We started to walk again toward the lake.

“I wish I could say you missed a lot but,” I shrugged. “I graduated. Went to school and graduated again, and at the end of this summer I’ll finally start my first job with the schools.” I explained flatly. It was nothing compared to the things he’d done and what he’d seen.

“Hey, graduating college is a big deal. I’m proud of you! Child Psychology, right?” He asked. I stopped walking and just stared.

“You, remember that?” I questioned. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“Of course I do. It was all you talked about our last summer together. You were nervous about getting into the school you wanted. I admired that because you were only a junior. I was going into my senior year and I’d never even thought about that shit.”

“But you knew you were going into the military, you didn’t have to think about that.” I argued.

“Maybe, but you were so smart, you are so smart, you had it all figured out. I was just following what everyone else in my family did. Now that I’m out, I kinda wish I’d had some other plan. Something I knew I wanted to do to fall back on.” I nodded. I understood what he meant. It must be hard for him now. The things he’d aspired to be in his adolescence had come and passed. He had to reinvent himself now. Start over. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must feel.

“You’re smart too Logan. You’re quick in a crisis. You’re logical and level headed. You’re great with people. And and from what you’ve said you’re an incredible leader. I have no doubt you’ll figure it all out soon.” We had wandered some more, now we were walking along the lake. Or what we knew as the beach. When they’d built the camp they carved out the shore and laid down sand. Leaving it more like mini beach than a country lake. I followed Logan out onto the dock. He turned to me and smiled.

“I think coming back here this summer was exactly what I needed.” He said. I smiled back giving his arm a gentle squeeze… and trying not to dwell on the fact that his muscles had gotten incredibly larger.

“It’s funny,” I answered. “I always remember it being the other way around, you giving me pep talks and encouraging me to take risks.” He chuckle the air between us becoming lighter as I watched his smile form into a playful smirk.

“That’s because you were always trying to chicken out. You were a little scaredy cat.” He laughed. I pouted. And smacked him in the arm. “Ow,” he teased as he fake soothed his arm.

“I was not!” I argued. He shook his head.

“You were too!” He challenged. I rolled my eyes resting my hands on my hips.

“Name one time,” I groaned. He eyed me with that same smirk on his face with an eyebrow raised looking at me curiously.

“You really wanna do this? He teased. “Alright, you did this to yourself, night hikes.” He stated. I frowned.

“Oh that is so not fair!” I objected. “You know I hate the dark. That doesn’t count!” I argued.

“Mhmm, rock climbing.” he deadpanned. I scoffed.

“I suck at climbing I have like no upper-body strength I wasn’t gonna embarrass myself infront of everyone.” I defended. He shook his head again trying to hold back a laugh.

“You’d never done it before. You had no idea if you were bad at it or not!”

“Okay, well… it was really high.” I pouted.

“My point exactly,” He chuckled.

“That means nothing!” I said. He groaned pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You wouldn’t even jump off the dock into the water that first summer! Because the water was deeper. You knew how to swim.” His shoulders were shaking with laughter. “You remember how I got you to do it?” He asked.

“Yeah you literally picked me up threw me in off the dock! I wound’t call that being “kind and encouraging.” I laughed emphasizing the last bit.

“It worked,” He smirked.

“It was traumatizing.” I countered.

“ I caught you blushing when I grabbed you, I think you liked it.” He winked. I glared at him crossing my arms.

“You have no proof,” I scoffed. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“You wanna test that theory?” He raised an eyebrow taking a step closer to me. My eyes went wide and I started to back up slowly.

“Logan,” I said softly. He looked me over that cocky grin plastered on his face.

“I’d start runnin’ if I was you.” He challenged. I backed up a little more, holding my hands up in defends.

“You don’t have to do this.” I reasoned with him. He let out a low chuckle.

“I think we both know I do.” He said. “Last chance darlin’” He teased. I turned on my heal quickly back toward the beach. Only getting in a few long strides before he had his arm around my waist. Damn his long legs. It doesn’t help that mine are so short either. I squealed as he lifted me off the ground in his arms.

“No! Logan please!”

“I warned ya, told you to start running sooner.” His voice was deep in my ear as he carried me to the end of the dock and I wrapped my arms around his neck for some sort of safety net. “Would you look at that.” He smirked, looking down at me in his arms. Bastard. Of course he was right. After all this time he still had the same effect on me.

“Oh shut up!” I rolled my eyes. Which was a bold move for someone in my current position.

“You’re blushin’, after all this time, I still get your heart racing.” He rasped.

“My face is red because I was running, and it’s ..it’s warm out here.” I argued.

“You took 3 steps, you weren’t running,” He smirked. “You’re just too stubborn to admit you still feel it.” He whispered against my ear. I felt hot. And it had nothing to do with the sun glaring down on us on the pier. It had been 7 years. Did we even know each other anymore? And…he ..he left. That hurt so bad. What if he leaves again. I don’t think I could handle losing him a second time. We’re in totally different parts of our lives than we were then. But at the same time… “Answer one thing for me, all this time, did you see anybody else? Let anyone else in? I don’t see a ring on your finger.” He raised an eyebrow looking down at me intently. I swallowed hard and swatted at his chest.

“Put me down Sy!” I whined. He jostled me in his arms threatening to drop me in the water.

“You want down?” He smirked. I squealed, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.

“Logan, Don’t!” I chided. He chuckled, adjusting his grip under my thighs. He leaned in close. I could feel his breath against my ear, his beard tickling my skin.

“Tell me, I just wanna hear it. Did you wait for me?” He sounded like honey. The way his voice hummed in my ear. He always did. It had been so long since we’d stood this close, or been this close and I could feel myself still magnetized to him. It’s like he lit up every sense in my body. I had no choice but to follow his warmth and his chaos and his light. I never felt anything like it with anyone else.

“ Sy you know, I …” Before I could answer him he leaned forward and tossed me into the water. I screamed and heard him chuckle before I hit the water. It was still a little cold since summer had only just started. As I started to come back up to the surface I heard a huge splash a few feet away from me. Logan jumped off the dock with me. When he surfaced he swam closer and I splashed him. “You’re such an ass!” I rolled my eyes. He laughed, swimming toward the shore.

“I had to distract you. You thought I wasn’t gonna do it,” He smirked.

“Yeah I thought maybe you were like a decent guy now or something!” I scoffed.

“Aww come on honey, don’t be mad at me, you know it’s not really summer till we take our first swim.”

“Yeah I know,” I smiled.

We left the lake, soaking wet and headed back to our cabins to dry off. I couldn’t get what he’d said out of my head. I knew it was killing him to know. Why did he stop me? After drying off and changing into some dry clothes I hung my wet clothes and towel out on our cabin's little clothing line. I dug through my bag to find a new pair of shoes, because those were soaked too, and headed over to Logan’s cabin where he was waiting at the picnic table. I walked over and hopped up sitting on the table top. Something I’d made a habit of during my years at camp. And it followed me everywhere. I sit on my countertop all the time. He looked up from where he’d been writing in a notebook on the table and smiled.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Now that my feet aren’t in squishy wet sneakers? Yeah much better, no thanks to you.” I laughed.

“Did you have fun?” He raised an eyebrow. I groaned.

“Yeah,” I muttered. He had a proud grin on his face.

“Well then you’re welcome.” He mused. I rolled my eyes and flickered my gaze down to his notebook.

“Whatcha working on?” I asked curiously. He leaned back looking down at the list one hand smoothing over his beard.

“Trying to remember all of the camp traditions. The games we played. Ice breakers things like that. Trying to set up a bit of a plan or a loose schedule before the kids get here tomorrow. I don’t know if the boys' cabins still do their prank war, but I’m bringing it back.” He said seriously.

“Ah yes, the infamous prank war, you were ruthless. But your cabin always came out victorious.” I giggled. His eyes met mine and he just smiled holding my gaze for a moment. I shook myself out of it before I could let him in too deep. “What else you got?” I prodded. He sighed. And his eyes went back to the paper in front of him, trying to hide the disappointment on his face.

“Uh, Just some of the group games we used to play, Red rover, capture the flag, the coed softball game. Shit like that.But I just wanna make sure we get everyone comfortable when they get here ya know? I always felt…”

“Safe? When we were here. Me too.” I nodded.

“Just wanna be sure everyone’s having a good time like we did. Whatever problems we were having back home, in our family, or friends, kids that were dealing with bullies, we left it behind. We didn’t tolerate anyone being left out. Just want that for our campers.” He said.

“You’re really passionate about this.” I added.

“Aren’t you, I mean, you loved this place as much as I did, … do.” He added. I nodded.

“Of course I am. I’m just really glad that you are too. I’m glad that my co-counselor is someone who loves and appreciates this place and the kids as much as I do!” I smiled. “I’ve got this book of icebreaker games. We can go through it after our counselor meeting. Find the ones we think are best fit.” I smiled. He nodded.

“Sounds great.”

Later that night after our meeting introducing and welcoming us all to camp and going over our rules and shifts, and after dinner we met in my cabin. We sat outside on the patio at the picnic table. We started flipping through the book and talking about each of the games. Some we had done when we were campers.

“Oh, here's a good one.” I said pointing to one of the pages. “Remember doing this one, ‘two truths and a lie’ we always had a lot of fun with that.

“I do! It was like being a cop trying to read a lie detector test. And trying to beat one. “He chuckled.

“You were good at it!” I laughed. “Like try me,” I nodded to him. He smiled, and cocked his head to the side thinking for a moment.

“Alright, I blew a tire going 90 down the highway last week. I shot my first gun when I was 10, or my brother broke my arm in a fist fight.”

“Jesus!” I laughed. “From the stories you told me about your brothers I wouldn’t doubt it. I know you like to drive fast but you take good care of your truck…I’m gonna say it’s the gun.” He shook his head.

“Nope, I broke his arm.” My eyes went wide and I tried to hold back my laughter.

“Your poor mother.” I giggled.

“She got used to it.” He smiled. “Your turn, see if you can fool me.” He said. I groaned. I never could trick him. He always knew. But maybe I could use this as an opportunity to answer his question back at the lake.

“Okay,” I nodded, “Uh, I have a short story published in a book. I..I’m still a virgin. I lost my phone on a cruise to Jamaica,” He looked at me quizzically, his bottom. Lip pulled between his teeth as his gears turned.

“There’s no way,” he finally spoke. “You’re not still a virgin. No way.” He added. I shook my head. My eyes met his.

“I’ve never been to Jamaica,” I said softly. He let out a shaky laugh.

“In seven years nobody.. Nobody’s tried?” He questioned.

“They’ve tried.” I said. “I tried.” I added. “I wanted to be over you. I tried to be mad at you, for leaving me. But I knew that was selfish. You didn’t leave me. Certainly not because you wanted to. You were fighting for me. For everyone you loved. I couldn’t be mad at you for that.” I admitted.

“I never intended to hurt you so bad. It hurt like hell leaving that summer.” He said.

“I know you didn’t,” I said. “When I went to college I tried so hard to put myself out there and meet other people, I went to a few parties. I made out on trashy frat couches. It was awful. I did go on a couple of dates. I convinced myself I had to. I was sure you’d moved on, found someone new. I liked them okay but it was nothing special. They weren’t… you.” I said. He nodded soaking in all the information I’d just given him.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. To know that you were still thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. I have to be honest with you. I slept around in high school. When we broke things off that summer I was just trying to shake it. I hate to say it but, I barely remember their names. But you’re wrong about one thing. I never found anyone, never had one serious relationship after that last summer. You said it darlin, they weren’t you.” He rested his hand on my knee softly caressing my skin with his thumb. I never thought. I’d be here again. At camp. With him. In this position all over again. I think somehow we were getting a second chance. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. But I’m willing to see what the universe has put right in front of me.

“Sy, all I wanted back then was to be with you. To kiss you. For you to be my first. I don’t know if I’m still the girl you knew then. If you still want this after all this time. I don’t know what I want, I’ve spent so much time trying to forget you and what this felt like I don’t know if I know how to do this anymore.” He saw the panic in my eyes. And his face softened. He reached up tucking my hair behind my ear his fingers resting on the back of my head, gently massaging with his fingertips.

“This is a lot, I know, it’s a lot for me too. What I want is the woman you are now. For us to learn how to be now. If it aint the same spark then maybe it’s not meant to be. But i’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and let you go again. Not without saying we tried to give this a shot.” He said his eyes boring into mine My heart felt like it was overflowing with emotion. I nodded. It was all I could do. “There is one thing, we never got to do that summer that I can’t get out of my head.” He whispered.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I never got to kiss you,” He stated almost breathless like it was a secret we’d been keeping for years. And a weight had now lifted off his shoulders.

“We never did, did we?” I blushed. He shook his head a gentle smile on his lips.

“It’s all can think about since I saw you again. That, and how you’re somehow even more beautiful.”

“Logan,” I blushed playfully shoving him.

“It’s true.” He said. I smiled.

“Well, are you gonna make a move or am I gonna have to make it for you?” Logan chuckled grabbing my waist to pull me closer and cupping my cheek. He leaned in his hot breath against my lips and…

“Hey you two!” Becca called from across the lawn. We jumped apart quickly. I could hear Logan groan no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “I just wanted to check in with you!” she said as she approached the cabin, “You settling in okay? Nervous about the kiddos or anything?” she asked. I shook my head.

“I’m a little nervous, not like I did much babysittin or anything,” Sy admitted. “But I’ve had plenty of practice with my brothers little rascals.” He laughed.

“Great!” She said. “Don’t be nervous, I’m so glad to have you guys back here, you’re our only counselrs this year that are camp alumni, and I always love having people that know the place well.” she smiled.

“It’s good to be back Becca! I never thought I’d see this place again!” I added.

“You know you’re always welcome!” She smiled. “Well I’ll leave you guys too it then, I’m so happy to see you two hear together again,” She winked. “Good night you two.”

“Well, she’s got impeccable timing.” Sy groaned. I giggled and squeezed his shoulder softly.

“This summers just getting started Sy,” I smiled. “I uh, better get some sleep, I was gonna get up early to decorate my cabin for the girls.” I said quickly. He nodded trying to hide his disappointment.

“Okay darlin’, I’ll see ya breakfast?” He asked. I nodded and turning and opening the door to my cabin

“I’ll see you then, goodnight Sy.”

“Goodnight Lainie,”

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Siren

A Mermay Prompt

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Seeing your soul had been weird. Cross apparently had to directly pull your soul out of your chest to give you more direct magic than a monster candy could. It was weird seeing your glowing soul. Cross had explained human souls to you and what their colors meant. It was cool, knowing that your soul reflected yourself.

He hadn’t shown his own soul. He just hovered his hands around your soul and purple magic moved like mist into the little glowing heart.

You had tingled all over, similar to Killer’s candy but not as aggressive. This time you felt alert instead of jittery. Cross explained that it was because of whose magic it was. Killer was an excitable predator, abounding in energy the others didn’t share. Cross was more alert and calm.

You were curious of Horror’s magic.

Over the next week, you had sold all of your stuff and donated the money to various nonprofits you trusted, your diet had slowly changed as you were far more willing to eat what the boys offered you, and your legs had gone from sore to in pain constantly. Horror said that was normal so you didn’t mind.

The day finally came.

You walked down the path to the beach for the last time, wearing only a t-shirt and a skirt.(Yes, a skirt. It wasn’t your idea, Cross warned you not to wear pants for the transition as anything in the way of the legs will cause great discomfort and pain. So you wore a skirt.)

“Oh, look at you! All dolled up, suckerfish? What’s the occasion?” Killer teased and winked between the other two sirens.

“That I brought something.” You smirked, hands behind your back.

Killer got excited. “A surprise?? Let me see!” He started pulling himself up the beach.

Both Cross and Horror stopped him.

“Killer, no. You’ll beach yourself and drown.” Cross lectured.

“You’re just a coward!” Killer grinned.

You spoke up. “Killer, you’ll want to be in the water for this.”

To both Cross and Horror’s amazement, Killer backed up into the water again. “What is it?” His tail kept thrashing in excitement.

You pulled out the frisbee.

“YES!!!!!” He cheered. “Throw it!!!”

You did. Cross and Horror flinched as the water exploded between them and something flew past their heads. They watched Killer expertly swim out, catch the flying disk, and bring it back.

“What is that?” Cross questioned as Killer tossed you the frisbee.

Much to Killer’s dismay, you didn’t throw it again. “It’s a frisbee. I’ll explain later.” You looked around. “So now what.”

Cross turned his attention away from the frisbee. “One of us will take you into open water where you will be given a more powerful dose of magic. The magic not only starts the conversion, but also numbs you to any pain you might feel. One of us just needs to hold you upright until you are officially a siren. Since Killer started the process but I took over feeding you magic, we can’t predict what form your lower half will take. If it had been just me or just Killer, you would turn into the same species as whoever.”

“That makes sense.”

“We’ve decided to let you choose who you want to help you through this last step. But, y/n.” Cross grew serious. “This is it. After this there’s no going back. People on the land will shun and attack you on sight. If you have anything else to do, or if you don’t want to go through with this, this is your last chance.”

You waded into the water. “Perfect. Let’s do this.”

“Hell yeah!” Killer encouraged.

Cross nodded. “Who do you want to take you?”

You looked around. Cross was pushing himself off the beach and into the water, probably for the last time. Horror sat where he was, half on the beach, staring at the ground. And Killer was excitedly trying to grab at the frisbee in your hands. He was the only one that seemed relaxed and cheerful while the others looked stressed. You suspected the aggression from the other day might have something to do with you as neither Cross or Horror could look you or each other in the eyes.

Reaching forward, you placed the frisbee in Cross’s hands. “Can you hold on to this for me?” When he nodded, you turned to Killer. “Killer.” He perked up at his name. “Since you started this, would you like to help me finish it?”

They all froze.

Killer’s eyes went wide and he stammered. “I… you… You want me to…?” He pointed at his chest, his red soul twitching in confusion.

“Yes.” He’d apologized. It was about time you let him know you forgave him.

“Y/n.” Cross said with concern. “Are you sure?”

Killer frowned for half a second before slapping a big grin on his face. “Yeah, suckerfish! Do you really want a shark siren to be the first face you see after converting? Why not Cross? You like Cross.” He gestured dramatically at the larger siren.

You shook your head. “I didn’t ask Cross. Killer, I asked you.”

The same twin stars from that night stargazing lit up his sockets. They shimmered at you before darting towards Cross and going out again. “Whatever you want, suckerfish.” He winked and grabbed your hands to pull you out to sea.

“I’m not losing that nickname, am I?” You sighed.

“Nope~!”

Cross and Horror shared a look of concern but didn’t stop Killer as he dragged you into the water. He took you a quarter of a mile from the shore before stopping and glancing back at the others.

“I, uh… I’m not sure I remember how to do this…” Killer confessed. “Uh, what does Cross do?”

You smiled. “He sends magic directly into my soul. Here.” You focused and summoned your soul. With enough magic and practice, Cross had managed to teach you how to summon your own soul. It was weird but you got used to it easily.

Killer openly stared, his own soul spinning and twisting before it finally settled into an upside down heart. The eyelights were back. “O-Oh. Okay. I remember now. Hold on to me.” He guided your hands to his shoulders.

You held on and tread water as his hands circled your soul. He hesitated.

“You’re sure you want me to do this? No one would question if you wanted Cross or Horror instead.” He almost begged. “I could hurt you if I’m not careful. And we both know I’m not very careful!” He grinned.

You nodded. “I trust you.”

His soul stuttered and his face turned a reddish color. That was all he needed though. Killer immediately sent his own magic into your soul. A lot of it.

The effects were instant, you were filled with so much of the energy that Killer’s magic gave off that you started shaking. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything as his intent spread into you.

Care, want, need.

Your soul responded.

Acceptance, forgiveness, trust.

Killer didn’t falter but spared you a glance. “This’ll be really weird.”

The only thing you knew was you felt an intense need to move, fight, do something! Killer’s hands left your soul to grab your hand and guide you. He started swimming you around in circles, pulling you until you started moving. It was slow at first, getting used to moving when both of your legs had fused together, but it wasn’t too hard after you figured out the proper movements.

Just up and down and up and down.

You started picking up speed. Killer grinned at you as you matched his pace on the water.

“You’re doing great, suckerfish!” He encouraged, before speeding up a little and letting you go. “But it’ll be a while before you’re as fast as me.” He teased.

Taking him up on the challenge, you took a deep breath and dove into the water, speeding past him.

“Hey!”

You startled yourself with a chirp-like whistle that was supposed to be a laugh. But when Killer whistled back at you, you squealed the ticklish noise, no longer bothered by it.

Killer reached to grab and push you around as you raced. You bumped into him back and twirled towards the surface of the water again, following pure instinct.

You burst out of the water completely, a sense of weightlessness hitting you at the peek of your jump, before you fell back in the water.

Overjoyed, you twisted to see that you were, in fact, a dolphin siren. Your whistles and squeals filled the air as the others approached, Cross still holding that frisbee.

“And here I was thinking you’d be an urchin.” Cross teased.

You went to give him a retort but only chirps and squeaks made it out of your mouth. Your hand instinctively went to your throat. Had you lost your voice?

“Oh. Oh stars, I forgot about that.” Cross grinned sheepishly at your confused face. “So, uh, your whole body changed, maybe not so much outwardly but, your lungs had to change to breathe underwater and your vocals had to change to use a siren song. You might not be able to talk for a while…”

You crossed your arms and Killer spoke up for you. “And you didn’t think to mention that before the conversion?”

“I just forgot, okay? I haven’t converted someone before and I forgot.”

Killer grinned when you raised an eyebrow. “Unprofessional.” He said for you with a smug look. You swatted at him.

Cross sighed. “Sorry about that, y/n. You shouldn’t have to deal with this for more than a week but we’ll see. In the meantime.” He offered a hand and a smile to you. “Would you like to meet the others?”

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questforgalas · 2 years ago

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Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E1 "Aftermath"

will shout it until i'm blue in the face but how in synch they are is unmatched to any other battalion (yes even the 501st as much as it pains me to say)

"Don't over think it, Wrecker" Crosshair babe it is possible to go more than 2 minutes without sassing your brothers. I know you don't believe it but it's true

Echo's big, patient eyes when Wrecker turns and asks "Exploits?" and getting ready to answer him before Crosshair butts in

Echo and Hunter's little smiles at Wrecker after he says "We're all ya need!"

literally skipped the Order 66 scene because i just genuinely cannot right now

but also Wrecker's extreme protectiveness of Hunter when the regs try looking for him 🥰

Echo's tired sigh when Tech over explains how long they've been gone

His even more tired sigh when he has to simplify it for Wrecker

Wrecker's face the whole time Tech is over explaining time zones

Hunter knowing Crosshair's looking at him without him making a sound (it's the sibling sixth sense, every sibling has it)

Crosshair crossing his arms when Hunter walks away. He's such a pouter i love him

All of Echo and Tech's glances at each other

Wrecker's shoulder shove to Tech

Tech's annoyed look at Wrecker after said shoulder shove

Hunter glaring down the reg who shoves Tech out of the way

Crosshair shoving his way into the barracks and Hunter's tired head shake at him

The Hunter/Crosshair glare off (Crosshair won, Hunter can glare but no one out glares the toothpick)

Wrecker jumping across the room purely to shove Crosshair's shoulder with enough force to make him stumble to then shove Lula in his face and force him into a side hug

literally just this perfect capture of siblings to ever grace Star Wars

Crosshair shoving Wrecker off

Wrecker retaliating by shoving Lula in Crosshair's face repeatedly

I'm crying laughing watching this scene again

Tech continuing his info ramble while his two brothers faux-wrestle, not fazed at all

Echo and Hunter just letting it happen

Tech and Crosshair's glare off (they need to stop trying to out glare him, they'll always lose)

"First time for everything" Tech you don't need to sass Hunter

Echo's pure look of "are you fucking kidding me?" at Wrecker when Wrecker says "you can say that again" about the emperor. Like Echo just wants one minute of normalcy

"Still don't think the regs are programmed" Tech needing to make sure his brothers knew he was right

so this now makes the separation even more sad, but I didn't notice until now how often Hunter and Crosshair look at each other, similar to Tech and Echo, when they're in a new situation or assessing something god that makes my heart hurt

Hunter and Crosshair's looks when Omega approaches them in the hallway

Crosshair's eye roll and head shake as Tech and Wrecker argue about being programmed

Echo's look at Tech like "just let him think he's right please he won't let this go"

"Well, I'm convinced"

Hunter's insulted look after Tech says "Hopefully not mental, clearly we'd never pass that" 😂

Crosshair's "yeah he's right" accepting nod after he thinks about what Tech said 😂😂

Echo's insulted face when Wrecker punches him in the pec to then go right back into "don't fuck with us mode" at the regs

Wrecker escalating the situation after Hunter calmed it down

Not a single surprised face as the Batch turn to look at Wrecker after the tray is thrown

Hunter's no hesitation to start throwing fists

ECHO EXHAUSTEDLY RUBBING HIS HAND DOWN HIS FACE AND THEN SEEKING OUT A REG TO PUNCH 100000% SIBLING ENERGY

Crosshair ignoring the chaos around him letting his siblings be until someone fucks with his lunch

someone get Crosshair on a frisbee team

The batch coming to check on Echo 🥰

Crosshair and Wrecker betting on Echo's state

Crosshair's eye roll at losing said bet

Echo's sigh after the batch expertly sum up the citadel 😂

Hunter's amused smile at Wrecker

Wrecker shoulder shoving Tech (is that 2 for Tech and 1 for Echo so far?)

"Why don't you memorize them?" "I have!" Sibling 101: always sass even when in the middle of being shot at

Wrecker's tone when Tech gets shot off :(

"Tech hold tight buddy!" "I'm not going anywhere"

Wrecker's so impressed with Crosshair it's so fucking cute how proud they are of each other

Wrecker and Echo going right to Tech after the simulation 🥰

"He actually cried" "Hey! We both did!"

Crosshair's glare at Wrecker when he outs him

Tech and Wrecker arguing about Tech having to sleep next to a projectile

Crosshair's head shake at Tech and Wrecker

"Easy Wrecker, your programming's kicking in"

Tech is so subtly sassy in this episode

The entire exchange as they debate about the insurgents on Onderon

Crosshair's literal growl at being told he doesn't get to shoot anyone

so many sibling shoves this episode

Hunter and Crosshair's entire exchange on Onderon

"Well, I thought it was obvious" Tech is so done with his idiot siblings

Tech and Crosshair checking in with each other when Tarkin is talking in the hangar

"Smell's weird." "Because it's clean"

Wrecker and Tech's little smiles at Omega when they find her in the brig 🥰

Tech and Echo glances Tech and Echo glances

Omega checking in with Crosshair :(

All 4 batchers ready to absolutely throw hands when the reg stomach punches Hunter

Omega copying Hunter's movements

"Yeah well I beg to differ" Echo let him explain before you let the snark out!!!

"Astute as always Wrecker"

Hunter and Tech's tired sighs and head shakes at Wrecker's terrible attempt at distracting

Just broke out of prison and their first thought was finding their brother

they all just put on at least 20 pieces of armor in less than 30 seconds???

Their confusion and sadness when Crosshair walks in :(:(

Hunter and Crosshair's inability to not sass each other even when they're in a life-or-death standoff

oh no now they're separated and i'm sad and Croshhair's sad which makes me even more sad there's just so much sad

Wrecker refusing to cooperate so Tech and Echo can HEAL HIM

"You were down" "Yeah well not for long!"

Tech's smile and head shake at Wrecker's antics

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 24 days ago

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In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter 5: Club 27 Or The Slow-Suicide Syndrome

Summary: A window to Iggy’s past.

Pairing: Father Ignatius x nun!afab!Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Explicit Descriptions Of Withdrawal Symptoms, Explicit Descriptions Of Ill-Advised Intravenous Druge Use, Angst And Whump In Abundance

A/N: I’m dead serious, please heed the content warnings and rather just skip this chapter if any of the mentioned things make you uncomfortable or upset!

Young Iggy Playlist dropped, folks! Please check it out, it's a whole vibe and I put a lot of work into it! 🫶🏻

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Carry on, my wayward son

There′ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

- Carry On Wayward Son By Kansas

Municipality of Kiama, New South Wales, 1987

Sharp winds coming from the close coastline whipped at Iggy’s baggy clothes; an olive green zipper hoodie slacking around bony wrists and covering a thin gray shirt, his arms crossed in front of his chest to keep as much of the fleeting heat between the flimsy layers of fabric. The cold he was experiencing wasn’t only coming from the outside but much more from within, discomfort growing and nagging harder with every passing minute.

“Benji, where the fuck are you?” He muttered under his breath, the exhale carrying the stale smell of his last cigarette and his heel bouncing up and down, once pristine trainers tapping against a gravelly, broken concrete road.

Iggy had been waiting for his peculiar acquaintance for about 20 minutes now, each of them feeling like an eternity, and no matter how often he pinballed his gaze from the open side of the street back to the cul-de-sac looping in a small roundabout behind him, there was no trashy, rusty-red Ford Falcon in sight.

He felt cold sweat gathering at the nape of his neck, droplets soaking astray strands beneath a frazzled low ponytail, not blonde but also not quite coppery hair being held together by a worn-out hair tie. Next to come knocking would be the nausea and then the ache riddling through his bone marrow, gnawing away at him so deep on the inside that it would make him do stupid things to make it stop but before it even got that far, Iggy had about an hour left, one and a half if his body was generous with him today. His stomach rumbled dangerously, trying to remind the not-quite-30-year-old that he hadn’t eaten anything besides a pack of somewhat stale potato crisps the other day.

The gurgling sound emitting from his abdomen pushed Iggy to take off on his own eventually. Damned be Benji for being a fucking no-show. Iggy didn't need him. He knew where he had to go when he needed to; the place not exactly his favourite to score but, being a bit of a junk fiend, you gotta do what you gotta do and Kiama wasn't exactly an El Dorado where opiates came streaming down in rivers.

The worst would be the walk along the beach at this time of day: people getting off work, families throwing Frisbees through the air, dogs barking in excitement, tails wagging as they try to jump just high enough to catch it—picture-perfect white picket fence fantasy.

Most days, Iggy just wanted to be invisible to all of them. He'd tried to fit in, but one couldn't shake being a natural-born outlier, it seemed, and somehow everybody noticed - a joy to have in class but still the last to be picked for the dodgeball team, relentless worker but still not quite employee of the month typa beat.

“Watch where you goin’! Fucking knobhead!” A jogger nearly ran Iggy over, almost knocked into the sand by his shoulder he started stumbling.

“Fuck off!” He hollered after the jogger before his arms shot out, instinctively trying to feather the inevitable fall.

Palms grazed the sidewalk slightly before Iggy rolled over into the warm sand, limbs awkwardly splayed out for a moment and eyes squinting to deal with the sun practically laser-beaming at him.

“Fucking knobhead yourself, mate.” Iggy groaned as the dull pangs of pain in his shoulder slowly ebbed away; that'd be a juicy bruise later.

“You good?” He had to shield his eyes with the flat of his sand-covered palm to look at who was talking to him.

“Huh?” He found himself a bit dumbfounded as his gaze darted back at a teenage girl, couldn’t be older than 16 or 17 given her high-school uniform.

“Are you alright, mister?” Mister? Damn, he might be one of the last living dinosaurs, at least he sure felt like it.

“Yeah.” Iggy managed, reluctantly taking the hand being reached out to him.

Sand crumbled off his back, some falling and some getting lost in the back pockets of his worn-through jeans, as he worked himself back onto his feet with the girl's help.

“Thanks.”, Iggy scooped at the pockets of his zipper, tiny beige grains drilling into the in-between of his nails and the pads of his fingers, “Are you okay?”

With his lips pursed in sensory discomfort, he looked at the high school student, watery black mascara splodges peppered around her lower lashline, and bloodshot eyes that looked like she’d been crying harshly not that long ago.

“I will be.”, She worked her face for a faint smile, fingers instinctively wiping around her eyes, smearing the make-up along her under-eyes, “It’s a bit of a day, y’know?”

“Sure am familiar with that.”, Iggy nodded briefly, thoughts already tearing away from the random, albeit kind, stranger as his mind scrambled back to the objective at hand, “You take care, yeah?”

They exchanged a swift nod, Iggy ready to tear himself away from the interaction whilst she looked after him hurrying along the sidewalk until the green zipper and strawberry blonde hair disappeared in the distance.

By the time Iggy arrived at what was widely considered a sketchy part of the usually sleepy and dreamy coast town Kiama, he’d already forgotten most about the girl, the curiosity about what might’ve happened to her vanished quickly because why would he even bother? Probably a tanked algebra test or an unrequited high-school love; simple things that had happened to everybody and would most likely happen to everybody still stuck in the gears of public education torture.

No, Iggy had more pressing matters to tend to. However, before finishing the beeline through a thoroughly neglected front yard, he paused, having Benji’s nagging tone echoing through the back of his head, rambling on about how he shouldn’t go to the den alone because the people rotting away in there weren’t quite right in the noggin’. Thinking about it, Iggy almost produced a laugh because neither Benji nor he himself was actually all that sorted in the brain - that train had left the station about two years ago.

Whatever, really. Go in, score, get loaded, and become invisible again; easy peasy lemon squeezin’ if you’d been dancing along deadbeat tunes for long enough.

The front door wasn’t locked, as per usual, and Iggy pushed it open with the tip of his foot, a certain stench of vinegar layered with the pungent stink of alcohol and dried piss wafting at him like a brick wall of nose-numbing fetor; this place smelled infamously bad, especially considering the number of broken windows that should allow for some sort of airflow.

Iggy dry heaved a little but pushed through regardless, cold sweats and growing discomfort egging him on the make a fucking move soon.

Before he even encountered another soul, Iggy dug for a slim roll of bills, 30 bucks a cap, cradling it in the palm of his hand and ready to slip to the next best someone who could hook him up. Whilst Iggy tried to keep the rising disgust in control, he stepped over endless piles of debris: brightly orange needle covers, strips of burnt aluminum foil, dirt, and other cluttered trash; a see a rubbish to wade through.

“Ayo, Iggy, mate!” His face shot to the side and he stopped in his tracks.

Connor, a rather distant acquaintance in Benji’s orbit, sat leaning against the wall, crouched away next to a dirt-stained sofa.

“‘Sup, Con! Rily somewhere ‘round?” Iggy noticed the muffled sounds of a telly playing something in one of the rooms further into the den, feeding the hopes that one of the more diplomatic freaks, Rily, hung around somewhere in here.

“Nope.”, Iggy’s hopes got crushed immediately, “Haven’t seen him in a bit, actually. You need some, eh?”

Iggy would’ve very much liked to simply jam the whole shoe into Connor’s greasily grinning face, the man immediately sniffing out a possible gain for himself.

“You’re lucky! Got it all set up right here.”, To prove his point, Con pulled out a delicate array of three loaded syringes, even the caps were popped back on, “Don’t even have to cook it up yersel’!”

“When?” Iggy ogled the syringes splayed out like colored pencils in Connor’s pale hand.

“Half ‘n hour ago, maybe? I’m all good on it, mate.” The description of all good was certainly a spectrum in this decrepit place but Connor was right, the proposal annoyingly convenient for a jonesing Iggy.

“Smack?” Iggy inquired and Connor nodded, “Aye!”

The transaction was brief, Iggy leaning down to hand Con the money in exchange for a cap.

“Always fancy doin’ business with you, Ig’s.” Connor sneered as Iggy scurried away, working himself deeper into this garbage dump that was particularly grimy even for a shooting gallery.

Iggy hurried upstairs, mind rattling and racing because some days he was nothing short of an idiot. It felt nice to have the ready and waiting but still lacking the proper rigs. His hands had turned sweaty by the time he slumped down on a pile of old, sat-through pillows, pawing at his pockets to perhaps find something to tie himself off with, however, he wasn’t even wearing a belt and for a moment, he considered just doing it without any, that was, until fidgeting, nimble fingers touched the thick cord looping through the hood of his sweater; that….should do it.

Iggy felt his heart picking up a beat as he pulled the cord free from the zipper, the thing easily long enough to wrap around his upper arm at least twice, and whilst the gnawing greed haunting his bloodstream took over eventually, he shoved at the sleeve, pushing the fabric to pile in folds at his shoulder. The following movements were second nature to him by now; one end of the cord tightly secured, squeezed between ribcage and armpit, two tight wrap-arounds just above the crook of his arm, Iggy’s fist pumped until track mark-spotted veins protruded. Even though he’d lost his IV virginity a good while ago, Iggy never really settled well with the uncomfortable pressure of tying himself off. It egged him on to pull the orange cover from the syringe with his lips, cradling the see-through polyethylene body between index and middle finger in his free hand and thumb lightly moving the plunger to make sure that no air was left.

Entirely juxtaposed with the harsh and uncomfortable pressure emitting from the cord around his upper arm, Iggy felt indifferent to the brief prick of the needle and the inevitably following burn. It was part of the ritual and he could deal with the perishability of the sensation, eyes and mind much more transfixed on the tiny gush of red flowing back into the needle, indicating that he successfully it a vein that hadn’t collapsed - yet.

He thumbed at the plunger, the amber concoction entering his bloodstream. Just as fast as the silvery tip of the syringe had pierced through his skin, it went out again, a little droplet pooling at the injection site to be soaked up by the fuzzy fabric of Iggy’s sleeve that came tumbling down again as soon as he unwrapped his arm and tossed the cord. Within seconds a strange metallic taste spread across his tongue and after another heartbeat or two the much-anticipated chemical orgasm simply didn’t take off.

“Con?!” Iggy shoved himself back onto his feet with his back against the wall before he stumbled off to the rotten stairway railing.

“Connor?!” What had been intended as a yell only came as gargled noise, strangled-off and breathless as Iggy’s heart started thundering inside his chest.

He toppled to the side, trying to maneuver a gradually more out-of-control body down the stairs.

“Con…what-”, He’d reached the corner of the curving stairway, arms wrapped around his torso, as a violent gush of vomit shot up from the back of his throat past his lips, splattering onto a carpeted floor scattered with burn stains and trash, “Wa-was ‘n that?!”

Iggy hurled out another mouthful of barf, his entire upper body cramping as sharp jolts of pain cut through his chest

“Oh, that?” Connor, looking up from his crooked seat, eyes droopy and half-lidded, entirely unbothered by Iggy howling out in pain, “T’was a speedball, Ig’s.”

Iggy stared down at Connor, eyes wide and pupils dilated, and in a moment of clarity, he realized that he was on the likely onset of having a heart attack. The pain in his chest knocked the air from his lungs and his limbs started tingling, making it hard to fight himself down the stairs completely.

“Phone?” An amalgamation of acidic vomit residue and drool trickled from his bottom lip upon trying to utter the question.

“Phone? Does this look like a Hilton to you?”, Connor laughed, Iggy’s ribcage spasmed in heart palpitations and Connor laughed, “Oh, you’ll be jus’ fine.”

“I have an inkling that you weren’t just fine.” You stated, chin resting on your knees as the first nicotine rush after a decade rumbled through you, head comfortably dizzy for a few minutes.

“I very much was not.”, Ignatius returned with a brief nod of his head, gray smoke steaming out of his nostrils as he exhaled, his gaze darting right up against the ceiling of the chapel as he rested laying on his back next to you, frizzed-up strands of hair falling against the bridge of his nose, “Junk, heroin, is bad enough on its own but a speedball is H cooked up with some cocaine and in Connor’s case a whole fucking lot of cocaine. I passed out minutes later, after having thrown up all over myself. Next thing I know, I come to in a hospital bed. My whole body hurts and my sister is standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me, and I’ll never forget that, with nothing but malice in her eyes, going ‘Next time you pull a stunt like that please just take a noose, should be more efficient.’”

“She thought you tried to kill yourself?” You pushed and prodded a little at the topic.

“Can’t even blame her. Shooting up multiple times a day was nothing but a slowed-down suicide. Couldn’t be bothered to put effort into it, yet, I didn’t wanna live either.” He took another drag from his cigarette, snipping the ashes onto the stone tiles.

“I’ll wipe that!” It practically erupted out of him as he grew aware of the way you looked at the falling ashes, pulling a little chuckle from you immediately.

“So, you got fucked up so bad that you said ‘Fuck it, I need Jesus!’” Ignatius couldn’t help but laugh at that as well.

“I mean, that’s one way to put it. Now, what about you?” You’d waited on that question, ready to lean above him, head slightly cocked to the side.

“You alright, mister?” At first, he furrowed his brows, confusion washing over his face in one languid wave before it made way for widening eyes, his lips dropping agape a little.

“No fucking way. You?! What happened?!”

#lambs of god #lambs of god fanfic #father ignatius #father ignatius x reader #sam reid

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iamvegorott · 1 year ago

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 53

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Mad sat on the couch, wearing some comfortable clothing Marvin had bought since most of his other clothes were old, worn out, and, as Marvin had put it, too boring. He wasn’t sure how sleep shorts and a blue shirt with the face of a brown bear from some franchise was less boring, but he went with it. Apparently, he was also supposed to look into the franchise the bear was a part of. Marvin said he’d likely really get into it, and neither of them knew Mare was a fan until he commented on it when he saw Mad’s loungewear.

Mare sat sideways on the couch, playing his game and noticing Mad shifting, not looking away from the screen but seeming to want to sit differently. He paused the game and adjusted himself.

“Are you done?” Mad asked, sounding a little disappointed.

“Nope. Come here, starlight.” Mare gently pulled Mad’s arm and guided him to lie on him, resting his head on his chest. Mad moved a little to see the TV more easily and saw Mare’s arms go around him, hugging him loosely as he held the controller and continued playing the game. After adapting to what was happening, Mad relaxed completely and hummed happily as he watched the game and curled against Mare.

“Alright, I’ll admit it, they’re pretty adorable.” Chase chuckled, he and Marvin watching from the living room entrance. “And we’ve got to stop spying on them.”

“I’m just making sure my apprentice is okay,” Marvin said.

“Isn’t Mare supposed to report back to you about this?”

“He is, but I like seeing the results for myself, too.”

“You’re treating them like a soap opera.”

“I do love my shows~”

x~x~x

Chase grunted as he landed back-first on the grass. He rolled over and grunted some more.

“Holy shit, Mad, how did you do that?” He asked, going to his knees and rubbing his back.

“Physics,” Mad said with a shrug. “I used the force of your movement and your body weight against you to get you to flip over.”

“Oh, oh! Me next, me next!” Jackie bounced a bit and lined himself up to where Mad stood.

“He’s volunteering to be flipped?” Henrik asked with a sigh.

“He wants to know what it feels like.” Marvin and Phantom both answered, looking at each other and laughing.

“Just run at me, full force, don’t slow down,” Mad instructed.

“Time to move,” Chase said as he got out of the way, jogging over to where Marvin and the others were standing.

“Got it,” Jackie said with a smile before he took off. Mad stayed still and calm, and when Jackie was close enough, he bent over and used his shoulder and hands to guide Jackie up and over. Jackie then landed on his back just like Chase had.

“God, that’s hot.” Mare blurted out.

“Keep it in your pants, mister.” Marvin teased.

“My turn!” Robbie took off while Mad was helping Jackie to his feet.

“Robbie, wait!” Henrik was too late, and, in the next second, Robbie was sending himself and Mad flying, and they landed on the ground together.

“That’s going to sting.” Edward grimaced.

x~x~x

“Again,” Marvin instructed, throwing another frisbee in the air. Mad took a quick breath and held a hand out, a shard of ice flying out of his palm and striking the frisbee.

“I did it!” Mad let out a victorious shout. “I got it that time!”

“Hell yeah!” Marvin cheered with him.

“Do it again. I gotta see if that was a fluke or not.” Mad was practically buzzing. They’d been working on his aim for almost a month, and he felt he was finally getting it.

“I can-” Marvin stopped when a loud yowl came from down the street. “That sounded like a cat? I didn’t think there were strays at the park this time of-Mad?” He blinked when Mad just sprinted off to where the sound came from. “I thought I was the cat person,” Marvin said to himself, getting his mask to appear on his face as he ran after Mad.

“Damn thing scratched my leg!” A young man shouted while another shook a bush, loud meows and hisses of protest coming from the plant.

“I’m going to snap off the furball's tail, I swear!” The other started tugging on the bush like he wanted to yank it out of the ground. “Get-ow!” He screamed when a shard of ice flew by and scratched his arm. “The fuck was that!?”

“Away from the bush. Now.” Mad said as he went up to the two men.

“Really? What’s a pipsqueak like you going to do?” The first man scoffed while the one at the bush looked around, still trying to figure out what caused his cut. Mad just glared and pulled out a rod from the back of his jeans, flicking it, and his mallet unfolded.

“Try me.” He aimed the head of the mallet toward the man, and with a press of a button, a blade popped out of the top and got too close to touching the man’s neck.

“Oh, fuck this, a stupid cat is not worth putting up with comic-book bullshit.” The man grabbed the other, and they walked away.

“Where did that come from, darling?” Marvin asked as Mad put his mallet away and went to the bush.

“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.” Mad ignored the question and couched down. “It’s okay, little guy, they’re gone.” He waited, and after a pause, there was a soft mew, and a kitten slowly stepped out from the bush. The kitten was gray with white paws and a white spot on their chest. They slowly went up to Mad, sniffed his hand, and started purring, rubbing their face against him. “I bet you’re hungry, little-” Mad peeked down the kitten’s body. “-fella. I think there’s some fish in the freezer I can cook up for you.” The kitten purred louder and leaned against Mad.

“I guess you have a cat now? Hopefully, no one has allergies.” Marvin said.

“They can get over it.”

x~x~x

“Al! You’re going to get your ass hair in the food!” Mare scolded the cat as he shooed him off the table.

“He’s just saying hi.” Mad protested and scooped Al, short for Albert Einstein, up, unaware of the look he was giving Mare.

“I was here first,” Mare said to Al.

“We’re hoping they accept our offer soon,” Phantom said to Marvin as they worked on prepping drinks for everyone. “No offense, but now that we’re moving Chase’s stuff in, we’re running out of space.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t want to buy Chase’s place.” Marvin chuckled.

“That house is way too big for just me and Jackie. I want something smaller with a nice little yard. I want to have a patio to lounge on while Jackie grills. Did he tell you he’s been getting into that lately? I swear he and Mare could talk about meat for hours.”

“We could too, but our meat’s a little different.” Marvin’s innuendo got both of them giggling.

“Weird question, but do you know a good place to get a ring?” Jackie asked. He and Chase were in the living room, Jackie having pulled him aside for a private chat.

“What kind of ring?”

“An engagement one?”

“The one at the mall’s got a good variety. They have a lot of different gems they’ll use as well. I know diamonds are the traditional ones, but-wait a minute.” Chase stopped himself when he realized what Jackie was asking. “Are you-” He made a gesture of opening a ring box. “-with Phantom?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I’ve just…maybe.” Jackie chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Too soon?”

“Only if I don’t get to come.” Chase teased. “I think-” This time, Chase was stopped by his phone going off.

But it wasn’t an average ringtone.

It sounded like an alarm.

“Chase!” Marvin rushed into the room.

“What’s going on?” Mare asked as he came in with Mad and Phantom.

“Henrik set off the emergency app we have,” Chase said.

“He’s in trouble.” Marvin took hold of Chase’s arm. “We need to go. Now.” He said before he sent himself and Chase away.

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes

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jpitha · 2 years ago

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Weekend on the Human/K'laxi starbase is a time for relaxation. The starbase really doesn't need a weekend, the perception of time is completely arbitrary. But, both species like a regular progression of days, weeks, months, years.

By complete coincidence, Humans and K'laxi have a similar circadian rhythm. K'lax has 30 (human) hour days, where Earth has a slightly shorter 24. The Xenni theorize this is why they get along so famously. "They might as well have come from the same planet" they will grumble.

On the starbase, early on it was decided that every two days out of 10 is "the weekend" and everyone - who isn't currently assigned to urgent Starbase needs - can pause their work and relax. Many chose to congregate at the Common Area that the humans built when they came. Partly a park, partly a gathering space, partly a playground, the large, high ceilings, real plants and windows to the warm sun around Zen'm'gan's Reach lend a small amount of natural beauty to the starbase.

Kerry and his friends are sitting around a table, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Kerry is just coming back from a vending machine, bringing juices for everyone.

"Hey everyone! Mary, they were out of cranberry, so I got you pomegranate, hope tha---whoah woah!"

Kerry bobbles the bottles of juices he's carrying, and one slips out of his grasp. His left arm shoots out and catches it, seemingly without him directing it.

"Hah! Good catch Kerry!" Mary cheers. "Yeah, pomegranate is fine." She takes the bottle of juice from him.

Watching this whole interaction is their friend Elemii, a K'laxi who works with Mary in Starbase Systems as an analyst.

"How did you do that Kerry?" She asks

"Do what?"

"Catch the bottle, it fell out of your arms, but then it was almost like you had another arm and caught it"

"I don't know Elemii, I just did it. Good reflexes and proprioception I guess."

"Proprio-what?"

"Proprioception. It's a body's ability to know where their limbs are without looking."

"That's wild, we don't have that!" Elemii said, fascinated.

"Sure you do. You can't move around if you don't." Countered Mary. "Here, do this. Close your eyes."

Elemii squeezed her large, expressive eyes shut.

"Okay, now, touch your nose"

With her hand, Elemii reached out, swung her arm around wide and easily touched the tip of her nose.

"See? If you didn't have proprioception, you couldn't do that. It's also how you can do things with your eyes closed, and know you're doing them right, like eating food with your eyes closed or pressing buttons without looking, things like that."

"Huh." Elemii opened her eyes and looked at her hand. "But, how you caught that bottle...I don't think we have reflexes like that."

Kerry took a sip of juice "Maybe, but it's a similar system. Ours might just be like, more turned up because of our world." He thought some more, and said "Might also be related to throwing and catching."

Now Elemii was adamant "I've seen you do that, I know it doesn't come as easily for us. Our shoulders aren't set up the same way. We can throw and catch, but with you it's practically innate." She sat back and made a face. "Jim tried to teach me how to throw a frisbee, it took me forever to grasp the motions and even then, I can't throw it very hard. Meanwhile, he was just effortlessly tossing it across the field. If he was trying to flirt, he was doing a bad job of it."

"Yeah, that sounds like Jim. Wants to make everything a competition." Mary nodded and reached into a pocket and took out a pack of playing cards. "Okay, so we're continuing where we left off on our Bridge tournament. Elemii, it was your turn to deal..."

#humans are deathworlders #humans have proprioception #everyone has proprioception #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space capybaras #sci fi writing #writing

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haru-dipthong · 2 years ago

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Weaverdice Multitrigger Power Gen

[Warning: Extremely long and niche post]

I’ve been playing weaverdice (a TTRPG based in the Worm universe) with a group of friends irl for several years now, and we’ve played in 3 separate campaigns but always been a part of the same team. I had the idea to create a PvP campaign, where 2 members of the group would be pitted against 2 other members of the group, with the multitrigger ‘kiss/kill’ dynamic being used to explain the division. I also wanted to try my hand at writing a cluster trigger power generation.

The first section contains each character’s trigger event. Although they all describe the same events, I wanted it to be rashomon-style, where everyone has slightly different readings of the things that occurred. The second section contains power generation based on the triggers.

In the end, Elias and Isaac end up as one team up, and Candice and Gordon on the other.

Triggers

Elias's Trigger

Your friends organised this camping trip for you, to help you take your mind off things. It was a nice gesture, but you haven’t been feeling any emotion since the break up, much less gratitude. Like a robot. It’s been 4 months like this. Isaac keeps trying to cheer you up with games and stuff, but you know it won’t help, and it’ll only make him feel depressed seeing you like this. But for this camping trip, it’s not just him expecting something from you. It’s Candice and Gordon too. You feel like you have to go, and what does it matter anyway? You’ll feel the same there as you will at home, but at least your friends will feel like they’re helping.

The first night, all sitting around a fire, Isaac starts encouraging you to drink. Fine. It couldn’t hurt to try. You’ll go along with it. He passes you a bottle of Bundy. Fine. Why not go hard? No point in half assing it. Maybe it will help.

While everyone’s drinking beers, you’re gulping down straight rum at the same rate. But it’s not helping. You excuse yourself, head to the bathroom, rum in hand, and throw up. Don’t people usually feel grossed out when they throw up? This just felt like tossing piece of garbage into the bin. Anyway, you come back, and you must have been a bit woozier than you thought, because you trip over your camp chair and the bottle goes flying. “Oops.” Through the fire. And onto Candice. In an instant, she’s covered in flames. You watch her running around for a few moments, while Gordon tells her to calm down. “So annoying,” you think. That’s it, the first emotion since the break up: annoyance. Your friend is on fire and that’s all your brain is coming up with?! In a combination of suppressed guilt, the first emotional activity your brain has experienced in months, and the revelation that this emotionless fugue state is your life now, you trigger.

Isaac's Trigger

Elias is your best friend. Or was. It’s hard to tell where you stand now, after his big break up, since he’s just shut himself away from the world for 4 months. He hasn’t even told you what happened. The answer is always no, every time you ask him to chuck a frisbee around, or play some co-op games, or do a food challenge, or even just go for a walk around the park like you used to in high school when one of you got rejected by a girl. You desperately want to have fun with him again, and do something, anything together. So you organise the camping trip, and it looks like you’ve finally worn Elias down enough that he agrees to come.

Your heart breaks when you see him for the first time in months. The goofy smile he used to always have plastered over his face is gone, replaced with an apathetic stare. Throughout the day you egg him on, trying to get him to do something that’ll make him happy again, but it’s useless. “Hey, race you to the beach?” “Oi Elias, catch this!” “Hey, remember that time when…” All met with a blank stare and complete inaction. At the end of the day you pull out your last resort, the rum. He drinks it, but nothing is changing. All it’s doing is making his footing a little uneven. On his way back from the toilet, still clutching the bottle, he trips over a camping chair, and the bottle of rum flies through the campfire and covers Candice in flaming alcohol. Candice is shrieking and running around and Gordon is screaming something, but all you can do is watch Elias’s face, waiting for any kind of response. And you get one - an exasperated sigh. He just set someone on fire and the only emotion he experienced was irritation. You’re never going to see that smile again. Trigger.

Candice's Trigger

You never felt fully welcomed into the group. Of course Gordon was really sweet about inviting you to things with everyone, but you always felt like you were just on the outside, a spectator. Maybe part of it was you not being in the group chat (even though Gordon showed you all the messages anyway), maybe part of it was how close Elias and Isaac were, leaving you and Gordon as the second pair. When the camping trip came around, you really didn’t want to go. Wasn’t the whole reason for the trip that Elias was depressed because of a break up? Wouldn’t he resent hanging out with you and Gordon, a happy couple?

On the trip, it’s so clear that Elias doesn’t want you there. He hasn’t said a word to you the entire day. Every time you say something, the silence that follows it is thick in the air. Isaac isn’t paying you much mind either, he’s totally focused on doing stuff with Elias. By night, you want to get out of there, but Gordon talks you into having a few drinks around a fire with everyone. Elias is getting really drunk. Is this ok? Isn’t he unstable or something? Depressed? What if he does something crazy? What if he hurts himself? Or you? He wants you gone, right?

You’re on edge. Eventually, Elias stumbles back from the toilets and “trips”. The bottle of rum goes flying through the fire, igniting the alcohol, and splashing all over your body and hair. He did that on purpose, to get rid of me. Your mind goes white with panic and fear. You run around screaming, the fire cooking your skin, burning up your hair. Suddenly you’re tackled to the ground, and you feel a crack in your chest, and a mind shattering pain spreads over your body as you think “he actually tried to get rid of me”. Trigger.

Gordon's Trigger

“Listen to me!”

Those were the words your father always said before he beat your mother. That was a long time ago. He's out of the picture for quite a while, but the memory of him still drives you. Ever since you can remember, you have strived to be the opposite of the person he is. Patient, generous, gentle, caring. That’s why you were the one to suggest the camping trip idea to Isaac - you hated knowing Elias was in pain.

In the car and setting up the tents, it’s not exactly a high energy vibe. But it’s not really about that, or even about having fun. It’s about showing Elias that he has people who care for him no matter what. You’re ok with sitting through a boring camping trip and a few awkward silences if that’s the outcome.

Then the fire happens. Suddenly, Candice is screaming and running around. You jump up and yell at her to get on the ground! She needs to stop moving and roll on the ground. All of the running is fanning the fire, she’s getting more and more engulfed in the flames. The smell of her burning hair smacks you in the face. You scream at her “STOP, DROP AND ROLL!” but it’s like yelling at a frantic animal - she just keeps running and shrieking. “Listen to me, Candice! Get on the ground!” She’s not listening. You need to do something; your body moves by itself. “Listen to me!” you shout again as you tackle her flaming body into the grass. She hits the ground with a thud, and your stomach sinks as you feel bones crack underneath you. So much for being the opposite of your father. Trigger.

Power Descriptions

Ascetic (Elias): Ultimate Self Control Thinker

Themes: emotion, emotionlessness, suppression of self, self-isolation, fugue state, fire, alcohol

Thinker. Self x Self

Power works by transplanting Elias’s consciousness into a pocket dimension. His body on Earth Bet is technically brain dead. His body is being controlled by his external consciousness, like Regent does to his victims.

Power gives complete manual control and awareness over all of his body’s natural processes - emotions, actions, automatic functions of the body can all be manually controlled when desired. This gives Elias complete immunity to master powers, psychological manipulation, exhaustion. When rolling for a difficult guts check, instead of a d6, rolls a d20 and succeeds on any roll besides a 1. Automatically passes easy-medium guts checks. Brawn and athletics bonus of +2, since he is able to force his body to exert the maximum possible strength every time. Able to ignore pain. Able to manually control all automatic functions of the body (e.g. heart rate, adrenaline and other hormone levels, sweat, gag and other reflexes, flinching, etc). Noctis cape.

Understands the needs and desires of his body intutively. Knows what vitamins and minerals he is lacking, and what to eat to make up for them. Intuitively understands how to optimally improve his own body via exercise and diet.

Able to completely ignore wounds and wound effects. Immune to bleeding since he is able to direct bloodflow away from the wound. Immune to head wounds. Main weakness is his heart.

Isaac’s aspect, Self-Repair: Able to create hypodermic injections which accelerate his body’s natural healing process in various ways. No effect if used on people other than himself.

Candice’s aspect, Fireproof: Skin, hair, and eyes are high-temperature proof in a breaker-y way. Externally, he is able to withstand temperatures up to 4,000C indefinitely without damage or discomfort.

Gordon’s aspect, Four Forearms: Able to grow a second pair of forearms out of his elbows, resulting in bifurcated arms. This growth takes 2 turns of combat to complete. When not focusing on maintaining the arms, they retreat back into the elbows.

Needler (Isaac): Forced-Action Syringe Tinker

Themes: loneliness, activities, loss of friendship, emotion, emotionlessness, alcohol, changed person

Tinker. Controller x Psyche

Creates drones that influence the actions of victims via injection. Creates chemical conconctions that induce specific urges to do things. A victim might suddenly find the urge to start singing loudly, or unload their gun into the air, or smash their head against a wall, depending on the serum.

C-Tier serums: Can only specify “how” the muscles move. Can force muscle contractions, trips, kicks, turns, finger twitches. Must program specific muscle movements manually into the serum - the serum doesn’t affect the brain of the victim at all, only the muscles.

B-Tier serums: Can only specify “what” to do or feel. At this tier, serums begin to affect the brain. Capable of forcing more complex imperatives or basic emotions, without needing to program specific mechanics of muscle movement. Some examples of actions able to be programmed into the serums: “Fire gun into air until no ammo remains”, “Take off shoes”, “Throw weapon at enemy”. Examples of emotions able to be programmed into the serums: Sudden rage, creeping dread, overwhelming joy. Emotions are temporary, they only last 1 round of combat. B-Tier effects are limited to things that don’t directly contradict the victim’s motives (such as harming allies)

A-Tier serums: Can specify both “what” to do or feel, and “how” to do it. A-Tier serums allow complete control over a victim for an entire turn of combat with no other limitations, although like all serums the actions must be decided in advance, when the serum is created (not mid fight). For example, if Isaac was preparing for a fight with a specific parahuman (e.g. Candice), he could create a serum that forces her to use her orbs to create fire fences around her own team members.

A Sample of Possible Tinker Builds

Squirt: a small flying drone the size of a human thumb, which carries a small vial of serum (one dose) enough to induce C-Tier actions. Needs to inject serum into the part of the body that is being prompted to move.

Jabber: a larger drone the size of a human hand, which can carry up to 4 C-Tier doses, 2 B-Tier doses, or 1 A-Tier dose. Needs to inject at melee range.

Shot-gun: A revolver-like gun which can hold 6 C-Tier doses. A- and B-Tier doses can be added as well, but B-Tier doses take up 2 C-Tier slots and A-Tiers take up 3 slots.

Elias’s aspect, Perfect Proprioception: Extremely accurate sense of proprioception (locating parts of your own body in space without looking). Leverages this by implanting drone control mechanisms into his body, which makes inputting commands extremely natural and fast. Able to execute drone commands for a whole fleet of drones (up to 6) as a fast action on his turn.

Candice’s aspect, Will-O-Wisp: Drones are individually able to enter a breaker state that resembles a will-o-wisp, which is intangible and unable to take damage. Drones automatically decide whether or not to enter this state based on their onboard AI, but it can also be triggered manually. While in breaker form, the drones are unable to perform any action besides movement, and require a turn action to transform back.

Gordon’s aspect, Omnidextrous: Able to morph his feet into hands, and use them with the same amount of dexterity as regular hands. This ability also makes his left and right side equally dexterous. While morphed, adrenaline is also heightened. Increases tinker tech production by 50% when used during downtime, but at the cost of 1 morale due to the lack of sleep the adrenaline causes.

Effigy (Candice): Area Denial Flaming Breaker

Themes: outsider, immolation of body, ribcage, exclusion, being the target of jealousy

Breaker. Flame/Exclusion

Can enter a breaker state by bursting into flames. While in this flame body state, she can create and control up to two flaming orbs, each the size of a tennis ball, which roll around on the ground and leave flaming trails behind them which last 2 rounds of combat. Her flame body also leaves a flaming trail behind it when moving. Her breaker state is vulnerable to being extinguished. The weaker her flames get, the slower and less fine her control over the orbs become, and the slower and weaker her body becomes. If her flames are fully extinguished, she is knocked unconscious and reverts to human form.

Elias’s aspect, No-Sell: Besides being extinguished, can ignore wounds and negative effects of wounds temporarily while in breaker form, but retains wounds and effects when reverting to human form.

Isaac’s aspect, Sterilised Needles: Able to create floating drones which lock on and attach to her orbs, which can fire burning hot sharp pins at enemies.

Gordon’s aspect, Fanned Flames: Flame body and orbs grow in size and heat based on the cumulative anger emotions being experienced by people in the immediate surroundings

Infernal (Gordon): Raging Fists Changer

Themes: domestic abuse, becoming something he hated, feeling unforgivably sorry, not listening, strength, force

Changer. Raw x Bristle

Changes into a six armed, red, beast-like humanoid with no legs - it walks on two or four arms, or can run on all six arms for speed. Change is gradual, and causes him to become more enraged as he transforms. At full transformation (which takes 4 rounds of combat), his strength is on par with Glory Girl, and stands at 3m tall.

Gordon’s shard is the one responsible for handling the “kill” aspect of the “kiss/kill” dynamic among multitriggers, as part of the cycle.

Elias’s aspect, Disassociation: Splits consciousness between “the beast” and “the man”. The dormant aspect of “the man” consciousness is able to go out-of-body and inspect the surroundings, giving him better battlefield awareness. However, “the man” needs to either be dominant in the body (i.e. transforming back to human), or communicate effectively to “the beast” in order for this information to be useful.

Isaac’s aspect, Commanding Roar: Can tinker up an “obedience serum” which he can coat his nails with before battle. When this serum enters the bloodstream of a victim via a scratch from his primary set of arms, they become susceptible to commands shouted by Infernal. Susceptibility decreases if command is given quietly or shouted from a distance. At base, victim must roll 4+ guts or wits to resist command. Command can be a single word, e.g “run”, “freeze”, “jump” and will usually consume a single action of the target’s turn.

Candice’s aspect, Running Hot: The more beast-like he gets, the hotter his body temperature gets, up to a maximum of 100C.

Multi-trigger Power Spread Summary

#weaverdice #worm #ttrpg #power gen #tabletop game design #abuse tw #domestic abuse tw #depression tw #fire tw #needles tw #jimmy blogthong

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guardiandae · 1 year ago

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Sports AU (s) headcanons for OPM

King plays basketball but he only got recruited because of his height. Otherwise he'd really rather be gaming, not playing games. Every now and then he'll manage to get a really epic layup or something directly into the basket with his height as his advantage and that's all anyone remembers. They have no idea he otherwise really sucks at sports. (and King has no idea that even if he's not gonna go pro he's still an ✨ Athlete ✨ uwu you're so valid bb).

In the esports world, King is legendary and feared.

Fubuki does volleyball and soccer, because my lil lesbian heart goes 'doki doki'. People think she's a very feminine, delicate sort of young woman -- unless they know her inside of her sports teams and then they know that she's a powerhouse who will wreck your ass while covered head to toe in mud with a perfect grin. Can often be found alongside her girlfriend Psykos.

Tatsumaki does volleyball with her sister too, and has broken a few noses from her spikes. Definitely notttt on purpose 🥺 👉👈 She also does gymnastics, (insert meta here about how Fubuki excels inside of a team sport and Tatsu enjoys a sport best when the team can be Just Her). In particular, she loves aerial silks, but devotes less time to the 'just for fun' stuff. Outside of official sports, she does extreme shit like free climbing because she's even more insane than her sister.

Fubuki and Tatsu have also done roller derby together. The resulting bloodbath during their time on the team is still recalled with fondness and horror by players and fans alike.

Sonic does fencing and also every single running sport. He's used to bringing his university a lot of gold medals, has been to the Olympics, and will absolutely go professional as soon as he chooses to. Has a wild grudge against Saitama for breaking one of his records. To add insult to injury, Saitama didn't think much of it and offhandedly remarked something to effect of 'Really? huh. I've got better times in practice…'

Saitama is a powerhouse in multiple sports but won't really commit to anything, so coaches hate him. Cares more about silly things like 'having fun' and pushing his own personal records/goals rather than whether or not he actually wins. Often ends up practicing the wrong sport at the wrong time of year, or a sport that the university doesn't even offer as a competitive team or even as a student club. Consequently, he's "founded" and also left/completely forgotten about multiple student clubs, including an ultimate frisbee club.

In particular, Saitama and Genos are known to play rugby.

Genos is also a powerhouse of an athlete, leaning into strength moreso than Saitama's agility, altho they're both well-rounded. He calls Saitama "Captain" even though Saitama has never been team captain of anything -- well, not since High School anyway. He's a true believer of Saitama's exceptional physical skills and is more devoted to him than any coach or team. Everyone wants to recruit him and warns him that it's not worth 'throwing away' his sports career in favor of his boyfriend mentor.

Following Saitama, he floats around from sport to sport, including off-season and unofficial. Would never win a "best in sportsmanship" trophy because he's an extremely competitive little asshole.

Since Saitama doesn't acknowledge his beef with Sonic, Genos has made it one of his goals to fist fight destroy his Captain's enemy by surpassing Sonic taking more of his records away. He's beaten him out at a few trophies now, which got him onto Sonic's radar, and now they fight like cats and dogs whenever they run into each other at a meet or a game.

Mumen, on the other hand, is raking in "Best Sportsmanship" trophies for himself and his teams like he's Spongebob dominating the "employee of the month" wall.

Mumen is the type of guy who, if his competitor twisted their ankle and fell in front of him before the finish line, would stop and help them to their feet and either make sure they cross the line together or with them rightfully ahead of him by a bit.

Genos looks at Mumen like "Wow I admire that" [literally steps on Sonic to get past him at the next track meet]

Garou is a competitive swimmer, trained under Bang. He holds multiple records for swim and watersports. He tired of swimming and branched out into extreme watersports including flyboarding and kite surfing. Has also invented a couple sports, including one where you jump off a cliff into a waterfall while holding onto a drone with a snorkel and a gopro.

Metal Bat plays baseball and is best known for that, but he loves lacrosse a lot more. His little sister scolds him when he makes the contact sport a little *too* contact-y, and he'd do anything for her, so he tries not to go all out. During the off season, he keeps up by doing kickboxing, but not competitively. He's run into Garou at his favorite training spot more than once, and they enjoy sparring with each other.

Zenko started out in youth gymnastics, but really came into her own as she got older and branched out. Young Zenko worried a lot about her big brother and would not let him do riskier sports, even ones that were just contact sports, because he'd broke his arm once and it traumatized her more than it did him. As she grew up, however, Zenko found a passion for a variety extreme sports and now she and her brother often do them together, like wakeboarding (with Garou), or mountain biking (with Mumen).

She's also talked Metal Bat into doing acrobatic stunts with her. The concept of tossing his little sister around like a ragdoll was truly terrifying for him at first, but now he yeets her confidently.

Zombieman coaches rugby for the university, but that's just a job to pay the bills for him. The only sports he cares about anymore are death-defying ones, like parkour, basejumping or, helicopter skiing. He and Tatsumaki have free climbed together before, but only by coincidence.

#headcanons bc you know my ass ain't writing about a sport #i have a couple sports drawings loaded up in the chamber tho #headcanons #one punch man

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queen-rainy-love · 2 years ago

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You did an INCREDIBLE job on my first one so do you mind if I send another. I think it said two is the limit of story requests you can send so I thought I’d send one more. Also I’m so happy to hear you like my cake HC!

Since you know most details on the HC from my last ask, I’ll just say the plot idea I have instead of the details on the HC itself.

Red Velvet basically has a day playing with the cake kids and Cherry. Usually RV and Cherry will play with the cake kids like typical cake hounds. Chew toys, tug of war, fetch, that kind of thing. It helps with their jaw strength, reflexes and senses. Also Gumball is up to RV in strength. He can’t be beaten easily, even with just his teeth. RollCake is around Gumball’s strength while Crepe and Pancake are a typical puppy strength.

Anyway short version RV and Cherry play with the cake pups on a day off from training. Kids also bite and use their teeth like 24/7 so good luck RV and Cher lmao

If you decide to take my idea again TYSM! 💕

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I don't mind making another request! I don't believe I have a rule about how many writing requests can be asked. I do limit writing requests once in a while if I feel overwhelmed, which is not now. So let me work my magic on this!

To readers who don't understand, here is their headcanon lore.

*The story is set in the forest near the Cookie Kingdom. It was a quiet day...for at least ten seconds. Why? Because today was a day off from training and the Cake Cookie kids were just having fun today!*

Cherry: *running* Come on slowpoke! Keep up!

Pancake: *running after her* I'll catch up!

*Meanwhile*

Strawberry Crepe: The bot's ready!

Roll Cake: Alright! Let's go!

*The Wafflebot whirls back and throws the frisbee. This led Strawberry Crepe and Roll Cake to run after the flying toy.*

*Meanwhile*

Gumball: *pulling on one end of the rope with his teeth* Come on! Budge! Budge!

Red Velvet: *holding the other end of the rope, not budging* You can try. But you've been trying for months. You need to figure out another way. *starts pulling on the rope.*

Gumball: *starts getting dragged* No! Strawberry Crepe! Roll Cake! Pancake! Help!

*The other Cake Cookies heard Gumball's cries and quickly ran over to him. They each grabbed the rope and started tugging on it. This caused Red Velvet to somewhat lose his stance.*

Cherry: Let's go Red Velvet!

Roll Cake: Who's side are you on?!

Cherry: You guys need to practice so why not?

Strawberry Crepe: Traitor!

Gumball: Doesn't matter! We're going to win!

Red Velvet: Yeah...About that...*let's go of the rope*

*This caused the Cake Cookie pups to fall backward. Cherry giggled while the pups tried to regain their footing.*

Gumball: Dad Velvet! That's not fair!

Red Velvet: If you think I'll play nice, think again. *chuckles*

*It wasn't long until the Cake Cookies and Cherry played again. Only this time, each young Cake Cookie played tug-of-war with Red Velvet. It was a fun day for those kids.*

#cookie run kingdom #crk requests #red velvet cookie #gumball cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #pancake cookie #roll cake cookie #cherry cookie

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andro-dino · 1 year ago

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*throws this at you*

for the oc/canon ask game :

💕 for digivalen

😑 for axyl/zhouxing

and 🕊️ for any of them. hopping in place

*catches it in my mouth like a dog with a frisbee*

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

juno was very much the first to make a move and you already KNOW that it went completely not according to plan. I imagine it’d be after he and kite have already battled at least once or twice, and in the middle of one of their battles she drops a “y’know, I’d really like to spend some more time getting to know you outside a stadium. What do you say?” and she does actually mean that sincerely- by this point they’ve taken interest in him and are actually trying to ask him out, but unfortunately for them, Kite does not trust the sincerity of that. Juno is not above using their cryptic flirting mid-battle to try and throw off their opponent so at this point kite’s just thinking “no, she’s just trying to catch me off guard again! Well I’m not falling for it this time!” and it takes juno several more attempts before kite realizes “oh shit wait I think they’re actually serious.” it’s also not unlikely that his friends would be like “fucking DUH he’s obviously super into you” and kite’s just like “WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST LIKE THAT.” and of course, kite unabara, ever prideful, upon their next meeting would try to spin it around on them to make it seem like it was his idea and juno, already too whipped at that point is like “oh but of course! It’s an honor to be able to go on a date with Mr. Perfect, Kite Unabara himself!” and they are stupid and cringe and I hate them /affectionate

😑: How easily do they get jealous and how do they handle it?

Oh this one is fun because they both get jealous occasionally but in very different ways. With both of them, it’s not too often- with Axyl, Zhouxing is very popular and they know that so they kinda just get used to him getting a ton of attention, and on Zhouxing’s end, he’s just generally pretty chill and able to regulate his jealously most of the time, but both of them have their moments. Axyl just gets. kinda sad actually when it happens. They have a habit of shutting down and separating themself when they feel any kind of negativity so if like, Zhouxing’s getting a little too much attention for aer liking and it’s feeling kinda overlooked, he’ll usually break off for a minute to cool down until Zhouxing comes back to them, and usually they can talk it out and Zhouxing takes care into being a little extra affectionate and attentive for the time being. Meanwhile for Zhouxing, he tends to get a little petty and smug when he gets jealous. 90% of the time he’s not possessive at all and just generally pretty chill, but in those rare moments where he feels like someone else is getting a little too close to Axyl, he’ll make a show of holding them extra close and being really cutesy to them while giving whoever else is annoying him an intense glare. Axyl doesn’t tend to realize it at first but once he does and he brings it up, Zhouxing usually ends up pretty embarrassed about it and apologizes. Axyl won’t say it directly, but he really doesn’t mind that much.

🕊️: Give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

weuhuhuehe im gonna just give one for each so as to not make this too long

digivalen like to cook together. a lot of times if kite finds juno by herself in the kitchen, he’ll come up behind them and wrap his arms around them and like, rest his chin on the top of their head.

Zhouxing is usually the one initiating affection and Axyl usually gets really stupid and giggly over that, but if axyl’s the one initiating, they tend to do it silently and without acknowledging it. Zhouxing will give him a little look whenever he does it and ae just completely avoids eye contact instead.

Essi is really attentive to a lot of the things that Selen says and does and Selen doesn’t realize this usually until Essi brings up something really specific that Selen brought up before and it catches her really off guard every time. It makes her feel really twisty and turny inside (pos) and she doesn’t know what to think about that

#mfb oc #axel’s silly little thoughts #punting them across the floor (lovingly)#I rlly wanna write a fic about Juno’s numerous attempts to ask kite out but we’ll see if that idea ever actually leaves my head #who knows maybe one day #jealous zhouxing is very silly to me #he thinks it’s totally uncool to be overly possessive but suddenly he sees Dan and reiki with axyl and it is on SIGHT #axyl de la cruz #fleetingspirit #juno aimoto #digivalen #essi de la cruz #selessi

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creativeeventideas · 1 year ago

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Boosting Team Cohesion with Fun Corporate Picnic Games & Ideas!

For the last three decades, I have been producing the most socially-dynamic, interactive corporate picnics on the planet, and the one thing that always comes standard in my book is field day games for team-building fun!

There's not a single corporate picnic quote that goes out without this ONE entertainment line item because it's the staple that puts the whole event together; creating strong team bonds and connections effortlessly.

So what makes field day games THE best game ideas for corporate picnics?

Field day games compel a group of employees to cohesively work together for a common goal and of course, friendly bragging rights among peers.

Fun-Filled Corporate Picnic Games: Our Top Picks!

When we do a corporate picnic we bring enough field games for us to run the games for about 2.5 - 3 hours, this is a good amount of time for these activities without it getting repetitive or boring at your event.

This series of entertaining corporate picnic competitions improve teamwork, problem-solving, communication, and other skills by developing an atmosphere where employees can interact freely with each other.

3-Legged Race

This is one I think we all know and remember for those school field days. Participants run together with the left leg of one person strapped or tied to the right leg of another person.

Balloon Toss

Split the participants into two teams and form two straight lines with the teammates facing each other. Teams will need to be an even amount of players for this activity to work. A player on one side must toss their balloon to their teammate on the other side without breaking it. If the balloon breaks the two players must step out of the game and leave the remaining people. This is repeated until there is only a pair of participants left.

Frisbee Golf

Frisbee golf, also known as disc golf, is a recreational sport that combines elements of traditional golf with the concept of throwing a flying disc (frisbee) into a series of targets, typically metal baskets with hanging chains, in as few throws as possible. For your corporate picnic field games, you really only need two of these targets depending on the number of teams you have. The players on each team take turns throwing their discs toward the target. If they miss, they're out. The team with the most players to hit the target at the end of the set wins the competition.

Hula Hoop Contest

A hula hoop contest is a fun and entertaining game where employees compete to see who can hula hoop the longest without dropping their hoop. You can either decide on a time frame, 1 or 2 minutes or play to the death, to see who can go the longest without a time frame. The participants that lose control and drop their hoops must step out of the game leaving only the ones who are still going. The last remaining hooper wins. If it's a timed game, you can keep repeating until the last hooper is standing.

Horseshoe Toss

Horseshoe toss, also known as horseshoe pitching, is a field game that involves players taking turns trying to throw horseshoes around a stake in the ground. Points are scored based on the closeness of the horseshoe to the stake. The team player with the horseshoe closest to the stake (or with ringers) scores points for that round. The first team to reach the predetermined point goal (e.g., 21) is declared the winner.

Football Toss

Football toss is a field day game where participants throw a football at a target to score points. Participants will aim to throw the football through a target, like a hole in a board, to score points. The team that scores the most points wins the challenge.

Potato Sack Races

In this game, participants hop inside large, durable sacks (often resembling potato sacks) and compete by racing against each other to reach a designated finish line. Participants must remain inside their sacks at all times during the race. For team building, the race will be done in multiple rounds, with winners from each round advancing to a final round or championship race.

Ring Toss

Ring toss is a classic picnic game where players attempt to toss rings onto a target in an effort to encircle an object with the rings. Ring toss is a game of skill and accuracy and will require your employees and their staff to work together on their technique, spacial distance, and aim.

Relay Races

Picnic relay races are a fun and engaging way to add some excitement and physical activity to your picnic or outdoor gathering. They involve teams or individuals competing against each other in a series of relay-style challenges. These races can be adapted with different elements to make it more fun and exciting.

Sharp Shooter

Split the participants into two teams and form two straight lines with the teammates facing each other. One side will be given water guns and the other side a target of some sort to stop the water. The side with the target will also be given a bucket beneath them in order to redirect the water being shot at them into the bucket to fill it first. The players to fill their bucket to the line wins the challenge.

Magic Carpet Ride

A magic carpet ride refers to the fantastical experience of gliding on a potato sack or tarp across the field on a magical carpet. Participants line up at the starting line with their partners on the magic carpet. When the whistle blows, the race begins and the participants must do their best to give their teammates a magic carpet ride to the other side of the field without them falling off. If your teammate falls off, you're out. The game is repeated til there is only one set of team players remaining.

Tug-O-War

Tug of war is a test of physical strength and requires teamwork, strategy, and coordination among team members. Divide the players into two teams if you haven't already. Each team holds a specific end of the rope. The players usually stand side by side, with their feet braced and their bodies leaning back, using their combined strength to pull the rope. The team that successfully pulls the other team across the center line wins. Tug of War can be played in multiple rounds or as part of a larger team-building competition.

Get Your Game On: Leading the Fun at the Corporate Picnic

The most important thing you can do for your corporate picnic games is get the right game leader! A game leader that can engage and entertain a crowd is pure gold to your event entertainment because they increase participation and create a positive, memorable experience out of what would have just normally been outdoor field day games.

Anyone can grab a list of games and supplies off the internet and bring them to a corporate picnic and hope to have a fun-filled day of team bonding. It's really not that simple. You need an icebreaker. You need a comedic, spontaneous person to bring the games to life in order to develop the right atmosphere for the employees and their guests to feel comfortable joining in and letting go of their reservations.

The games at a corporate picnic should be exciting and fun for the participants and the spectators.

Rock Your Corporate Picnic with Audio & Stage Support!

Audio Support

The game leader is going to need to be loud in order to grab the attention of not just the participants but also the spectators (because you want to engage the entire crowd at the picnic, not just those playing the games).

There's the option to use a wireless mic and speaker set up OR for super small picnics, you could use a megaphone like a coach on the sidelines.

Presentation Stage

A small, mini-stage rental can add so much value to your corporate games because it allows you to have a place where the game leader can be above the crowd to give game instructions and do other announcements, and be seen in clear view.

Corporate Picnic Game Prizes: Rewarding Fun and Teamwork

One MEGA HUGE incentive to get a crowd to participate in the corporate picnic games is when you see there are prizes to be had.

Whenever I do a corporate picnic game package, I always include small prizes and a prize redemption table in clear view of the crowd. These small prizes (or big if you choose) will be of major value to the people at the picnic.

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