#although idk how he'd go about tapping into it for any other uses outside of keeping himself alive lol

[dragonofthestone]

Metabolism/Food and Stone

I don't really know what to call this but here we go.

I'm sure I've touched a little on the subject here and there but figured it couldn't hurt to expand on/ try to make a more detailed and expansive post I guess.

For starters the basics, for the most part he can eat just about the same thing as any other regular person, provided he hasn't become so hyper focused on something that he forgets to eat.

He tends to prefer smaller meals / snacking through out the day over like trying to put aside time for specified big meals or something but he's not against them.

That said there are a lot of things he can get away with eating most can't.

Raw meat: Not exactly a first choice meal but if necessity called for it he could survive off it with little to know risk of illness for the most part. Or at least no risk of death

also while they don't taste good his stomach technically is able to partially digest and handle stuff like fur and if it's a real small animal bones too if he really wanted.

Although he's no scavenger and even he'll get sick from rotting meat- and even if he'd be fine he still wouldn't touch it.

Poisonous plants: Now it's not something he's willing to risk or actually try himself but he'd be pretty okay with a lot of toxic plants. Not all but the stones power would be able to fight back against it.

(Unless we're talking about lab!life Tim who's survival skills and instincts are rather stunted unless stopped likely would shove anything at least once in their mouth to try it)

However stone or not the animal DNA does bring some downside an intolerance

Caffine- as it is he's not big on coffee anyway but his body doesn't handle it well and needs far less to get sick.

Chocolate: Technically he can eat it in small amounts and will, he loves chocolate but he does have to be careful needing less to get sick.

Raspberries: Not related to being a Chimera at all he just has a general intolerance to them (but it won't stop him from eating them in small amounts anyway consequences be damned they're tasty and he likes them)

Alcohol: Both the smell and taste alone for most drinks are enough to put him off, to strong and can't stand it. He's either unable or has an extremely high tolerance to actually getting drunk but needs a hell of a lot less to get sick.

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As for how much he needs to eat.

Not a whole lot. Partially because reptile, partially cause the stone itself provides quite a bit of energy to his body and can subsist off of that if things like food and water are unavailable / limited.

But it does put strain on it, wearing it down faster and also means a greater chance of injury or even possible illness since the stone wouldn't be working at it's best with its power basically having to work to feed his body.

Now in warmer climate and if he's been unusually active he'll obviously need to eat more but on Average One - Two sizable meals in a day can then hold him over for a decent amount of time. Maybe with a couple small snacks thrown in here and there if desired and obvs water.

When the weather turns cold his appetite also lowers quite a bit and you won't see him eating as much. Mostly just small snack every now and then

Water he doesn't need as much of in part due to the fact that he doesn't sweat nor create tears so there's less loss of fluid over all you know.

Of course that's only based on NEED. He's still more then happy to eat and drink just cause he wants to tho.

On the flip side because the stone essentially is always in a state of working / being active if anything happens to cause it to put out more energy needed then normal like say to quickly heal up an injury or put in a situation where he's only been surviving off of the active energy from the stone he will need to eat a lot to restore that used up energy

and as the stones power slowly weakens over time he will gradually begin to need to eat more and more- think of it like how Yukito needed / or at least felt like he needed to constantly eat when his (Yue's) magic was weakening for those familiar with cardcaptors.

[theteasnake]

Ghostface: The Bitch

He is the Entity's golden and problem child and gets the most privileges than the others. Being on friendly terms with him tends to reward you with similar luxuries. The Entity also speaks to him the most, although it's mostly just him having a one sided convo with himself until the Entity replies.

Before the Game showed up, he was offered his own cabin on the outskirts of the survivor camps. It's still there and is mainly used as his stalking hq.

He's quicker than most to catch up on modern slang. Half the time he hates it and half the time he finds it amusing to confuse the other killers with it.

"I'm a murderer, not a monster!" - whenever he's accused of any crime that isn't a murder, even if it's as small as stealing.

If put in the same area as Freddy Kruger, it's on sight. He hates the burnt man with a passion.

I don't think he has a canon age, I couldn't find one, but I'd say he's around 21-22. He only visited a handful of towns and lays low between each one, and assuming he killed his father at 16-17, I think 21-22 is a good estimate.

He has conflicted feelings about his father. He both loves and loathes him.

Narcissistic? Mayhaps. ADHD? 100%.

He's got a celebrity crush on the Trapper. Nothing will come of it, but he will fanboy about Evan.

I feel like he'd enjoy Fallout Boy, especially American Psycho. Along with unhinged modern pop like Joyride.

Chaotic bisexual with no preference. Maybe a hint of demiromantic. Idk, you gotta be really interesting to prevent him from murdering you but you'll just end up with him unhealthily obsessing over you.

This man is an asexual and you can't change my mind. He's probably tried but gave up ten seconds in cause it's not as thrilling as murdering. Plus, why would he do something that's just cheap adrenaline when he can get pure adrenaline from killing?

Adrenaline junkie.

Isn't allowed to try gambling, drugs, or anything else that can turn into an addiction. He gets addicted very, very easily.

He smoked for a very short time before he was taken. He quit cause he didn't want to fuck up his lungs. He picked it back up when he was taken, cause why not? He defo thinks it's hot.

Not fond of alcohol, it clouds his judgement and he doesn't trust himself to not kill on a whim while under the influence.

Thinks the simp survivors are funny. But will cut a hand off if they try to touch him inappropriately.

Best way to seduce him as a survivor is to just be good at kiting. He loves a good challenge and if you manage to stay alive for a good period of time, he'll let you live as a reward. Plus, he loves his final girls.

People tend to think he's a dog person, they're obedient and man's best friend. He's actually a cat person, they're much like himself. Stealthy hunters. Dogs are too loud and clingy.

Has never hurt an animal outside of hunting. He has no reason to, humans are more fun to go after.

Probably enjoyed Deadpool comics before being taken. He also shares the same humor as DP. Add in a sprinkle of puns and bad dad jokes.

Has a collection of secret photos of his favorite killers.

Has attempted to kill fellow killers just for fun.

The definition of "fuck around and find out".

You know that meme of how guys won't bat an eye if they're injured but act like they're dying when they have a simple cold. That's Danny.

Very expressive and dramatic with his movements. Mainly cause you can't see his expressions behind the mask.

Would be a theater kid if he would've been allowed.

He's got trauma. This man has trauma. I doubt it would've been easy to be raised by a military dad. Plus, I doubt his mother was in the picture or very involved.

Isn't allowed to cook or make food for others. He's attempted to poison and drug people various times. Just cause.

Is very fidgety and stims a lot. Taps his fingers, chews on pens, humming and whistling, leg bouncing, etc.

Occasionally pretends to be a friendly killer just to down them all. He likes to see the betrayal in their eyes.

Views the Legion as a group of little shits. Doesn't care for them but they try to follow him around whenever he's not at the Game.

Don't leave him in the same room as the Trickster. It could end in either a bloodbath or Danny coming out confused and dressed head to toe in merchandise.

He knows he's not allowed to harm the survivors outside of the trial, but that doesn't stop him from scaring the shit out of them.

Sometimes he'll pretend he's a survivor to gain access to the survivor camp.

Doesn't like Tapp, and thanks whatever being out there that he didn't have someone like him in his world.

Very judgy.

Mori pictures of his favorite survivors are kept in his wallet.

Ya'll need to stop trying to justify his kills. You treat him like some vigilante trying to clean up the streets, when he wouldn't even touch fellow criminals with a 10 inch pole. It'd be a boring story if the resident aggressive drunk is murdered, but the well loved waitress, on the other hand, would make a great headline.

Probably dreads office and water cooler talk. Unless it's gossip. He's always down from some gossip.

Names almost every inanimate objects after his favorite subjects/victims. He's got bad emotional attachment to the objects. Like really bad.

Touch starved. Probably has never been hugged.

Does not do well with heat. Every time he ends up in warmer states or working in the summer, he's like "why did I do this to myself?"

Self hatred? Nah. Can't hate yourself if you don't know who you are.

Anger issues to the max.

Once accidentally broke Philly in a fit of rage and almost drove himself off a bridge. He fixed the camera, don't worry.

If he does choose to be friendly (to spice things up) and the survivors still run from him or keep stunning/blinding him, he'll tunnel them. He does not have patience.

Stabbing is his love language. He's currently being taught that that's not healthy. It's a work in progress.

Gift giving is his other love language. Though, it's mainly dead bodies and mori photos. Like a cat leaving dead mice for their owner.

Gets disappointed when other survivors don't join in on the photo. They're labeled boring and get tunneled.

He's got so many scars from his subjects fighting back. They're like trophies to him.

Isn't allowed to have caffeine, especially in the Entity's realm. Last time he had it in his world, he almost murdered a whole family in one go. When he had it in the Entity's realm, he had so many trials lined up but the high didn't wear off afterwards and he attempted to break into other killers' trials.

The type of pet name he gives you is determined by how he feels about you, regardless of gender. Princess is mainly applied to whiny and bitchy people. Babygirl is used sarcastically or affectionately depending on the scenario. Dollface or doll is saved for those that has peaked his interest or people he deeply cares about. Then you have your usual; cunt, bitch, mother fucker, asshole, dipshit. Sweetheart and toots are reserved for Amanda.

He swears like a sailor.

Is a natural night owl. Make him wake up before 11 am and he'll stab a bitch.

He used a voice modifier in his world, but he has no use for it in the fog. He still has it. It's named Roger.

He makes so many references to so many horror movies. It doesn't matter if whoever he's talking to has seen it or not.

Saw someone headcanon him to be autistic. Yeahhh. That's all I gotta say. Yeahhh.

Very common for him to not eat for days. Only because he forgets to eat. Same thing happens with using the bathroom. He just forgets.

Probably had fangirls in his world. He planned to kill one just to see what would happen. Never again. Just. Never again. The horrors he found in their bedroom could never be removed from his brain.

Depression? Can't be depressed if you're high on adrenaline 24/7.

Is a college drop out. He only started it as one of his identities. It was... boring.

Frat parties or parties in general is the bane of his existence. It's hard to stalk someone if they keep blending in with the crowd. But it's a good place to off someone, if he can keep his eyes on them.

Don't let him have access to anything that can start a fire. The Entity learned that the hard way.

[chrollos-crown]

Disclaimer: idk a fuckin thing about wrestling but i tried my absolute best bro i swear LMAO so if you're a wrestler and this made you cringe i sincerely apologize. A lot of this info was scrounged off of Google so blame them instead of me hahaa

Warnings: sfw, lil suggestive but nothin crazy or explicit. wrestling?? that includes like headlocks, pressure points, etc. Other than that 2nd hand embarrassment for the reader LMAO, lots of cussing cause i have a potty mouth.

Ghost x gn!reader

"OW!! fucking hell, can you chill the fuck out ghost?!?" you growled as simon holds you firmly in a cradle pin. Your left leg is wrapped in between the crook of his right elbow which locks both your leg and your head into a single loop. You groan, feeling a painful stretch in your leg as it's pushed further towards your head than you ever thought humanly possible. "You know what to do. If you want me to let go, you gotta tap out Bambi" ghost hums, seemingly entertained by this whole débâcle. Although the two of you have been wrestling for about half an hour now he seems no where near as exhausted as you are, mask and all.

You take a deep breath in, eyebrow twitching at the use of the nickname that Soap gave you a few months ago upon joining 141. Training with the boys was no joke, a process that always left your muscles sore and aching as soon as training began. Upon wrestling with Soap one day, he'd noticed how your body lightly shook from the exhaustion that came with trying to put up a winning fight against any of members of the task force. He'd laughed it off, trying not to embarrass you too deeply, but not before comparing you to a scene in the movie Bambi. The baby deer gets a feel for his legs for the very first time, but not without a healthy amount of wobbling, his legs ultimately giving out just like you during your first training session with 141. Since then, the name Bambi had stuck.

"Oh fuck you, I'd rather pass out than tap out," you say wriggling around with little to no avail. You take a moment to steady your breathing as much as possible, giving yourself a second to think. 'Ugh, i need some kind of master plan or i'll be laying here wrapped up like a fuckin pretzel for the rest of forever.' Your mind flickers back to past training sessions, this isn't the first time you've been in a cradle lock and it probably won't be the last. Your remember what Price had told you last the time you and ghost were in this position 'Keep your head up, arch your back, and straighten your legs, Bambi. A straightened, stiff body is more difficult to cradle'

Ghost is a boulder of a man, if it comes down to power you'll never win, so wit it is. Step 1: straighten out. You lock your ankles and use both legs to straighten out as much as you physically can, partially decreasing the intensity of ghost's hold. Perfect. Captain Price's voice echos through your head once more 'A cradle is a restraint that requires the person applying it to tie up both of their hands and arms in order to hold the opponent. The person being held usually has both hands and arms free, use this advantage to attack their pressure points and cause the person to release.' Step 2: Pressure point attack and RUN! Being in a cradle isn't an ideal position for pressure points, many of them being covered by how close your bodies were to one another and ghost's stupid fucking mask. And that's when a light bulb goes off in your head THE MASK!! Although ghosts masks covers a good chunk of his face, the pressure point directly underneath his ear on the side of his jaw was prime pickings. And before you even realize what your body is doing you JAM your pointer and middle fingers into the sensitive area causing the surprised man to loosen his grip enough for your momentary escape.

You place your outside hand against ghost's elbow, and quickly crunch your abs as you duck your head out of his grip, pushing his right arm off of the back of your head. As soon as you're out of his grip you make a run for it, trying to get as far away from ghost as physically possible while still staying within the perimeter of the wrestling mat. You crawl, stumbling as you try to pull yourself up and off of the floor in hopes of even-ing the playing field. Maybe you'd have a better chance of taking him down if you were standing and ghost was still on the ground yeah right, as if. But before you're able to make it on to your feet, you feel a large hand grab your ankle & yanking you back down to the ground. A loud yelp escapes your lips and you're ripped backwards, body once again coming into contact with ghost's.

"NOOOOOO!!!" you dramatically yell out, as if your desperate act would cause simon to take it any easier on you. Within a split second his body is on yours once again, but this time he's sitting on your back causing your stomach to be crushed against the mat from his added weight. The man makes a move to grab your arms, securing them both in his cold, large hands as he pulls them backwards towards his sides. You groan, feeling your arms uncomfortably stretch as your shoulders come up off of the ground. Ghost's body weight shifts slightly, his weight moving into the divot in your lower back. Soon after, a loud CRACK echos throughout the base. You'd been going to the medic for the past few weeks due to lower back issues, probably stemming from all the heavy gear you wear during missions. They suggested going to a chiropractor, but you simply haven't had the time to in between trainings, weapon head counts, more training, etc. The crack shot a wave of relief down the length of your back, the accumulated pressure finally subsiding.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of your vertebrae and before you could think twice about it you let out one of the loudest, most guttural moans that have ever escaped your lungs. "Hhhuuunnggg, fuuuuuuuckkk~" You let out a big sigh of relief before instantly freezing, realization smacking you in the face as you feel ghost's body tense up against yours. Oop— 'Omg no way i just moaned like that in front of him, oh im sick to my fuckin stomach..' like absolutely mortified pA few awkward moments pass before you bust out laughing trying to shake the tension in the room "Oh my god! Holy shit, I feel like I've been rebirthed. Fuckin hell that felt goood" ....Silence.... You feel Ghost's body relax, a set of low vibrations pulsing through your body as the man releases a low chuckle before getting off of you. "The hell is wrong with you Bambi, you should really get your back checked out. That shit's not normal" You hum, relieved that Simon is finally off of you and giving you a chance to breath even if it's comes at the cost of your ego. You roll over onto your back before propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the man. The tension in the room subsides, broken up by the sheer laugh-ability of the situation. You huff, a slight tint of red covering your cheeks as you try to suppress your grin "Shit, I would've never considered going to the fuckin chiro if i knew you could break my back so hard you would fix it! As long as you come by my room and crack my back once a day i'm sure i'll be fine. That shit felt good"

Ghost shakes his head in disbelief, eyes slightly crinkled at the sides, giving you the impression that he just might be sporting a slight smile under his mask. "That's enough for today Bambi, I gotta wash my ears out. Don't think I've ever heard a noise that filthy from something as simple as a back crack." You groan, flopping back down onto the mat before covering your face with both hands, peeking through your fingers to watch ghost leave. 'Fuck, he's never gonna let me live that down'