#and also cause i really fucked johns honor up

[luvyeni]

( SPOOKTOBER ) little bunny ! 🦇 一 서영호 ՞

𝓟 airings. bearhybrid!johnny x bunny!reader wc. 0.7k

🕸️◞ WARNINGS. johnny is a mafia man cause why not, minor character death, oral ( johnny. receiving ), unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink

「 ♱ authors note 」 brought back another group i used to write for day 5 !! enjoy !

he sighed hearing the commotion coming from the outside of his office door. “again?” the bear hybrid sighed. “there she goes again.” yuta the cheetah hybrid sat in his office. “how many johns are you gonna gun down in the club over the little bunny?” johnny stood up. “how many johns are gonna have to be gunned down until they realize the bunny isn't available?”

you were the first bunny ever to work at the infamous club run by notorious mafia and bear hybrid johnny suh; you were also the first bunny johnny ever had in his bed. johnny took a quick liking to you , both professionally and unprofessionally — giving you your weekly wage , plus a bit more for being such a good girl the night before.

to say that it came with problems was an understatement. once the news spread that infamous mafia hybrid johnny suh hired a cute new bunny hybrid to work at his club , his club became a new attraction for horrible hybrids who didn't have the same respect for prey hybrids like he did — they'd come in and let's just say a few of them didn't end up leaving.

“the bunny hybrid is a server not a dancer.” he said. “come on johnny, if you didn't hire the bitch bunny so we could have some fun , why is she here?” he really fucked up now. “ah you johns never learned to you?” johnny laughed to himself. “i said let her go.” the tiger hybrid growled, trying to intimidate the man. “don't tell me this bitch bunny has you going soft now?”

it all happened so fast; but you were used to it , johnny losing his temper and pulling out the glock he kept on his hip at all times , pulling the trigger before the guy could pull his. you shrieked , blood covering your body. “johnny.” you turned to him. “you messed up another one of my dresses.” he sighed. “seriously , my office now.”

“i told you , you stay behind the bar.” he said once he reached the office , the club cleared out already. “i was behind the bar.” you said , he scoffed. “yeah and how'd you end up pressed against the front of the bar?” he closed the door , locking it. “i'm losing customers.” you scoffed. “i don't ask you to shoot them.”

“yeah little bunny you're right , i can't help that.” he said , his hands resting on your shoulder. “this is why i told you to quit this job and let me take care of you , you can be my little stay at home bunny.” he said with a cheeky, you scoffed. “i like working here.” you said. “no you like stressing me out.”

he sat you down on the desk; standing in between your legs. “you have blood on your face.” he said wiping your cheek. “that's your fault.” he chuckled. “yeah it is.” he said , unzipping your pants. “let me apologize to you.” spreading your legs even more.

and that's how it always ends; you spread out , nose twitching as the bear pounded into you — it was a bit morbid , johnny killing people in your honor turning you on , but you couldn't help it , something about him being protective over you made you want to jump his bones. “fuck johnny!”

it amazed johnny how you always took his cock; the way your tiny cunt squeezed him , almost pushing him out sometimes , he knew you were too tiny , but you took him like a champ everytime. “tiny bunny.” he grunted. “always so pliant and ready to take my cock , even though it almost breaks you every single time.” his hands bruising your hips. “you're so wet , me killing people turns you on , doesn't it little bunny.”

you nodded , nose twitching. “y-yes johnny.” he groaned as you clenched around him. “sh-shit , you gonna cum bun.” he grunted. “cum for me little bunny.” his hand coming up to your bunny ears , scratching the sensitive spot. “oh fuck johnny , i’m cumming!” you screamed. “fuck.” he growled. “fuck gonna breed this little pussy , give you a cub.” you moaned , “please cum inside me.”

his cock twitched inside you , releasing himself inside your waiting womb. “fuck.” he dragged out. “fuck , i'm still cumming.” he laughed breathlessly. “you always bring out the worst in me baby.” he kissed your lips. “yeah?” he nodded.

“yeah you do little bunny.”

©LUVYENI

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Ghost Learns That Patience Runs Out

Ghost x Gn! Reader

W/n: Ghost angst cause i said so. This is also very OOC mainly because I like some angsty and fucked Ghost concepts. Im basing some of this off of his comics since there are some concerning scenes with him having very concerning behavior towards vulnerable people. DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY (P.s. Commissions are open! You can commission me through my ko-fi. Dm me for details and commission specifics. Kofi Link Here!)

Summary: You love him, a lot. You are always so quiet and patient with him, wanting to make sure that his needs are met before your own. When he comes back from deployment you cook and clean for him. You make sure that everything feels relaxed and stress-free but its too much at times. Sometimes he looks at you and sees someone whom he hates. Sometimes he yells and breaks down while you're in the middle of helping him get clean. You take the verbal lashings and the occasional remarks in stride but you've hit your limit.

W: Unhealthy relationship, Simon "Ghost" Riley has issues, Break up, Hurt/ No Comfort, Hurt Ghost, Hurt Reader, Sad Ghost, OOC Ghost

You made sure everything was spotless. You knew how grimy and dangerous his work was, how much it weighed on him to do it and you wanted to make sure that your partner if that's what you could even call him, came back to a clean home.

You both hadnt said it out verbally, not that you thought you needed to, but you were together. Kinda. You knew he was only seeing you and he knew that you were only seeing him. It made sense to you to say that you were together but he never really enjoyed labeling your relationship. It started off as a mutual agreement to help each other destress but here you both were moving in together and sleeping in the same bed every night.

You did the laundry an hour before you knew he'd get home just so he'd have something warm and fresh smelling to put on once he took off his gear. You cooked something that would be rich in flavor and aroma while also being easy to eat since he didn't really take his time eating his meals.

You did everything to make the place feel like home to him.

Instead, when he opened up the door the first thing out of him was a grunt followed by his silence. He took off his gear, toeing off his boots by the door before taking off his socks. He was silent and had his back facing you but you didn't allow it to deter you.

"So, how was the flight back? I hope it wasn't too stressful. Im still cooking so you can go ahead and shower before eating, ok?" He didn't honor you with any response and instead walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning on the shower.

You're used to it, his cold gaze and his uninterested attitude. You cold usually get him to relax with a meal or a quickie in the kitchen while your trying to cook. But you're tired, and your body is sore from working earlier in the day and preparing for his arrival.

"I'll set the table for us so you don't need to wait to eat!" You called out but you doubted he heard you.

When he came out of his shower, he was wearing the clothes you had set out for him and was toweling off his hair. The eyeblack was mostly removed but still stained around his eyes.

He said nothing, just sat down in his chair, and began to eat all while ignoring you.

"Did things go smoothly? Are John, Kyle, and Johnny ok?" You attempted to start the conversation again but were met with the sound of utensils scraping against the ceramic plate.

"We can talk about it later so you can unwind." You cut the conversation short and ate your food all while holding back the urge to cry.

His absence from your shared home was noticeable his presence was overpowering. He wasn't affectionate but he at least would answer your questions. He would at least touch you and pressure you that he was home. He would at least say a quiet "thank you" for the meal.

Instead, you both cleaned up the table and cleaned the dishes. He finished his and walked straight into the bedroom. You follow him once you finished cleaning the kitchen and began to undress. Maybe he wanted to have sex tonight. Maybe this would get him to speak to you or pay attention to you.

"Simon, I want you." You did your best, you even put on a bit of a show for him. But he wasn't looking at you. He just lifted up the sheets and laid down.

Maybe you were being too overly sensitive but his rejection hurt. It had you questioning if you were good enough for him if your body was pleasant to look at or to even touch.

You put on your usual sleeping clothes and joined him in bed. You slept with your back facing him. Sleeping next to him felt suffocating.

In the morning things weren't any better. He was talking to you but he was being crude and rude about the smallest of things. You had to go grocery shopping for something small and he began to berate you.

"How did you forget to buy more cooking oil? You're the only one in this house that cooks." It was getting annoying. His eyes never left you and it felt like you were a caged animal that he was keeping an eye on.

"I'm sorry, ok? I forgot. I was just excited that you were coming home and I forgot." You wanted to be patient, he was stressed all the time. He had to watch people die as part of his job but it didn't stop you from growing more and more upset with him every time he started these petty arguments.

"You don't leave the house most of the time. You're always here or at work. How could you forget something so basic? This is incompetence, Y/n." He had his face mask pulled down so you were able to see the majority of his face. He looked disgusted.

"Simon, please. You just got back, can we please just enjoy that? Can we enjoy that you're ok and back home for once?" You had the car keys in your hand, you were ready to head out to grab what you needed but he wouldn't leave it alone.

He snatched the keys from your hand and pushed you to the side.

"Why should we? I can't even trust you when you're alone and now you think you can go do it now?" He slammed the front door as he walked out.

The silence was deafening and relieving. He was gone.

You cried. You used to do it often when he would leave for a new assignment or when he would go without contacting you for months on end. But this was different. He was here. He was home. This should be the happiest time for you. Instead, it was painful. You wished he wasn't here. You wanted him to go away again.

You knew that he was nicer, calmer, and more understanding with his colleagues than he was to you. You knew this because of how he would talk about his coworkers. They were his family, his anchor. You wanted to be that support for him, to be his anchor that removed him from all of the gore and violence of his world.

But you weren't that person for him. You were his punching bag. His toy to fuck and use. He wasn't always rude but it was normal for him to be. You wanted him back, the man you fell for, the one who held you and told you that he adored you. You craved Simon back but it seemed that all that remained was his facade. His mask.

You didn't want to do this again when. he got back from the store. You didn't want to argue anymore with the person you thought you were committed to. He had problems and you weren't going to blame him for it but he wasn't the man you loved. This was not the person you met all those months ago.

You packed a bag with the essentials and started clearing up some of the mess that had started to appear since last night. You took everything you thought you might need for at least a few nights at a motel. You were tired, your body begging you to take a moment to breathe and relax but your heart was pounding in your chest and the. tears began to flow out.

When Simon got back, he noticed that the lights inside your guy's home were off. He stepped into the home, toeing his shoes off because he knew how much you hated cleaning the floor. He called out for you, he walked around the first floor of your home before placing the groceries on the table. He had bought some flowers and your favorite snack because he saw that you were low on them. He also felt like an ass for having been rude in the morning. He shouldn't have been mean to you. You were just trying to accommodate him. He did a around the house, calling your name.

The house was empty.

All of a sudden the space was too big and too small all at the same time. He was suffocating in his own skin, the air too hot for him. He ran up the stairs and barged into the bedroom. Some of your clothes and your suitcase were gone, and so was your toothbrush. But everything else was there, it looked like home. Yet, the picture you kept framed of the two of you that was on the nightstand was faced down and your keys were gone too.

He called your phone repeatedly. Message after message was sent to you and after a while, they stopped going through. He put on his shoes and ran out the door to see if he could find you in the general area but you were nowhere to be found.

You vanished into thin air and he was left to go back to an empty home just as he would have you do.

[sohardlovingyou]

in honor of midnight's two year anniversary, do you have a list of how you'd divide the album into john-songs and paul-songs? would love to know your thoughts! <3

Oh, I don't have a list but I can make one right now! I don't care about my job that much, lol

This is interesting because I think Midnights (alongside Rep) is the least mclennon Taylor album, buuuuuut it does have songs that individually are a lot like both of them so let's see

John songs:

Maroon: this is one of the few songs that I think are mclennon, but specifically I think it's very John pov re: 1968 NYC Apple trip. (heartbreaking, I know)

Anti-Hero: This one is self-explanatory, really. I cried on a train the first time I listened to it because it was so John-coded that it made me sad he was never going to hear it ):

The Great War: this is like Jealous Guy 2.0 (with the caveat that he was an idiot and Taylor is a princess)

Dear Reader: As my beloved @idontwanttospoiltheparty once told me, John was not self-aware enough to write something this intimate BUT I can't hear "you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking" and "You should find another guiding light, but I shine so bright" without thinking about him, so #JohnCoded

Hits Different: Again, self-explanatory. Probably top 3 most John coded Taylor songs. "I picture you with other girls in love, and threw up on the street" is sooooo baby mclennon it makes me giggle. And "Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world, you once believed in me" is SO SO SO John thinking about Paul that it makes me want to rip my heart out of my chest. But then she says "or have they come to take me away?" and i get sad for both of them.

Paul songs:

You're On Your Own, Kid: If I didn't find looking for video clips so tedious, I would have made a post-breakup Paul edit with that bridge because o m g. "I gave my blood sweat and tears for this" It's literally Get Bak Paul, and it makes me go insane thinking about it. "I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and I saw something they can't take away" they're both thinking about music, aren't they? Anyway, he was on his own and he DID face it.

Question...?: Taylor is so nonchalant and chill in this song that the fact that she's fucking furious almost flies right above your head. And Idk, it reminds me of the way Paul wrote Too Many People and Dear Boy. I wish I was better at explaining this but hopefully, you'll get it. "Does it feel like everything is second best after that meteor strike?" is so petty, lmao, it just gives: you'll NEVER replace me as your soulmate, cry about it (it works both ways tho).

Vigilante Shit: I just think he should have sung it about Klein doing the Eras Tour choreography.

Karma: I'm just adding it for the same reason as Vigilante Shit. "My pennies made your crown". "Ask me why so many fade and I'm still here", it's also self-explanatory.

Mastermind: The first time I heard "I've been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless" and "I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care" I gasped and went "PAUL!", so make of that what you will. Like, it's just him in song form. Also, baby Paul following John around before they officially met, and then pretending he has to think about being in his band lmao. "Checkmate, I couldn't lose" indeed.

✨MCLENNON BONUS✨

I couldn't finish this without mentioning that Midnights has a song that's literally called PARIS!!! And I have said this before but I think it's just John trapped in a hotel room in 1966 thinking about them going back there, and then THEY DID! (Paul ruined it but whatever).

[best-nun-tournament]

Round 1, Match 28

Sam and Dean Winchester (Supernatural) vs John Wilkes and Edwin Booth (US history)

Propaganda under break. Spoilers for Supernatural

Sam and Dean Winchester

Unlicensed and unregistered guns/vigilante justice

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they try to kill each other SO many times. well maybe not that often but more often that is emotionally healthy for both of them. dean tries to kill sam (4.14, 8.06, 10.03, 10.23) and sam tries to kill dean (4.14).

in s10 dean has this really shitty curse that basically makes him really violent and want to kill people. however he also wants to just try to deal with it instead of trying to remove the curse because they know removing the curse would cause something really bad to happen. they don't know WHAT the bad thing is but they do know it would be devastating. anyways sam goes behind dean's back and gathers a bunch of other people to try and remove this curse even though dean doesn't want him to AND even though he knows it would cause terrible consequences. eventually sam does get the curse removed and surprise! the bad thing that happens is THE FUCKING APOCALYPSE. basically.

in s9 dean lets an angel possess sam - something he knows sam would never consent to under normal circumstances - in order to save his life and then, when sam finds out and gets mad about it, dean basically refuses to apologize. and then he just never gets around to apologizing about it or even showing regret about doing it.

in s4 sam lies to dean continuously and works with a demon behind dean's back, and he's also doing the supernatural equivalent of drugs that give him powers. when dean finds out about this he locks sam up in a panic room to suffer through his (very painful) withdrawal completely alone. also sam is having hallucinations of dean calling him a monster. and when another character says that he thinks they should let sam out because sam is at risk of dying, dean says "at least he dies human." later sam gets out of the panic room, dean catches up to him, and they have this huge fight where sam just beats dean up.

honorable mention: in between s7-s8 dean dies and goes to purgatory. the concept of purgatory is previously mostly unexplored on supernatural so sam doesn't really know that dean is in purgatory in the first place but also he just straight up does not bother looking for dean at all and just goes back to living a normal suburban life for a couple months. and then when dean gets back he is SO upset about this and resents sam for it for basically the whole season. (this is also one of the reasons he tries to kill sam.)

also they continually try to save each other, at the expense of themselves + each other + everyone around them. they also treat cas (cas!! my best girl cas!!) really shittily on multiple occasions just because he's in the way of their goals.

ALSO. very important. sam & dean are, respectively, the vessels of lucifer & michael (like the archangels) and essentially they are destined to each get possessed by lucifer/michael and kill each other in the apocalypse (the 1st apocalypse, not the 2nd).

all this propaganda might be a little bit biased in favor of sam because i'm a samgirl but you get the point. they think they're so normal but they are SO fucked up. they hurt themselves AND each other in the pursuit of trying to do what they each think is best and they never ever learn from it. i don't even ship wincest i just think they are so interestingly fucked up AND that's not even going into all the stuff about their childhoods / pre-canon

John Wilkes and Edwin Booth

They were actors which is fine. Except. Edwin was better and John was bitter. And the John assassinated the President while delivering a line well associated with Edwin's Brutus. Edwin (already on the outs with John) disowned his brother after that.

Poll Runner's Note: Also their brother Junius Brutus Booth Jr was arrested because of John Wilkes Booth shooting the president. And the three of them had just done Julius Caesar in 1864 (John Wilkes was Mark Antony and Junius was Crassus), the year before the assassination.

One of Junius' other famous roles was as King John, also in this tournament!

[dalekofchaos]

Dutch made a pact with The Strange Man

Found this on reddit and thought it makes a lot of sense. Also this one.

Dutch's pact with the Strange Man theory.

We don't know in details what really happened before the game but some tips we can find in Arthur's Journal and hearing the other members made me think about this.

The gang was an ordinary gang from the beginning (1870s) until 1877 when something happened: Dutch and Hosea were arrested and by unknown means they escaped their cell. So my guess is that Dutch made a pact with The Strange Man to set them free and to be happy.

After that the gang became a family, with Arthur, John, Mrs Grimshaw and etc. And until the game starts they rob 37 banks. So the gang went from zero to hero in 10 years. Dutch was happy living his "dream".

Then the fire happened (the one Arthur mentions in the beginning his journal) burning everything they have thus forcing them to flee. In my opinion this is the time the Strange man came to collect the debts and Dutch probably do not want to pay. So they started to flee and even after a while Dutch still want them to move. They were going to California and all of a sudden Dutch decided to go to Blackwater. Even after finding some land to buy he still wanted to move.

"Dutch had a lead for some land we were going to buy […] or he got spooked we were being watched by the law and that somebody knew who he was."

Then after a while on Blackwater camp Arthur says that he heard about someone who looks like Trewlany, i remember reading about how similar both look like. Coincidentally after that Dutch started to talk about moving again. The ferry heist was fucked up because of the Strange Man, and it is the beginning of the end. Pretty much like what happened to Herbert Moon. His daughter married, was happy, but he was sad. Dutch got what he asked: fame, fortune, but he lost everything else on the way: family, love, even his mind…

I think he's the one who caused the ferry robbery to to go fucked up, and that the Heidi McCourt incident was him testing Dutch, similar to the way he tests John with moral choices in RDR1, or the way he tests Arthur with Jimmy Brooks in Valentine. When John first meets him in RDR1, he begins by reminding John of Heidi McCourt's murder. Eventually, the Strange Man does collect his debt…in the form of John Marston at the end of RDR1. The theory even goes further to some on Reddit, saying that Ross also made a choice that damned him to the Strange Man when he decided to go after and kill John, and Ross's debt was collected when Jack Marston kills him.

Other theories are that the ship Dutch, Arthur, Bill, Micah and Javier try to escape on catching fire and sinking was also the Strange Man preventing Dutch's escape. There's also a camp encounter in Chapter IV, after the ill-fated trolley station stick up, where Dutch and John have words that ends with Dutch telling John, "I. Know. You." which is the name of the Strange Man's side quest in RDR1.

Heidi McCourt was Dutch's test from The Strange Man theory.

Both John Marston and Arthur Morgan encounter two seemingly different people at entirely separate times and places, however they are somehow connected.

In RDR1, John encounters a strange man that asks him about Heidi McCourt, a woman Dutch shot in the head 12 years prior, during the Blackwater Ferry Heist. The Strange Man makes a point to let John know that Heidi McCourt was an important person, before sending John out to deal with a man who is soon to commit adultery. John has the choice to complete this mission honorably or dishonorably, and the Strange Man appears to be keeping track of his choices. In the final meeting with the Strange Man, the Strange Man claims he is "accounting". Its widely accepted that the Strange Man is some sort of supernatural force, being connected to fate and the dead. Which brings me to my second point, Jimmy Brooks.

Jimmy Brooks is a man Arthur Meets in Valentine in RDR2, who recognizes Arthur from the Blackwater Heist. After some chasing, Arthur is faced with saving Jimmy brooks or letting him die. Later in the Strange Man's cabin, a poem regarding Jimmy Brooks, who before seemed to have no connection, appears etched in a desk.

It is of my opinion that at some point in everyone's life, at least in the Red Dead universe, they will come across a figure that judges their morals and perhaps decides their fate, same as John in RDR1. My theory is that Heidi McCourt was this figure in the life of Dutch Van Der Linde, and the execution of her cemented his path into destruction he would experience over the next 15 or so years.

[jackatronics]

The Resurrection of John Ward

A Faith: The Unholy Trinity alternate universe, created by me :3

(probably contains some game spoilers)

How it is...

!!IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS!!

✦ THIS ISN'T SUPER IN DEPTH, it is SIMPLE!! My Father Ward wasn't created with anything deep in mind, the headcanons just diverged too much and I ended up making a mini story hdjdjshdshj

✦ I BARELY KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!! I've never actually played FTUT, I'm just going off of fandom wikis and youtube videos

✦ IM PROJECTING A LOT!! This is MY little thing IM working on that I created. This isn't for any of you, it's a way for me to cope and look into myself and my religious trauma and yall are just here for the ride

✦ I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT PLOTHOLES!! It really ain't that serious 😭 (it gets less serious and more casual as i keep writing LMAO)

now that that's outta the way,

How he came to be...

✦ After submitting to the evil he was destined to defeat, allowing the initiation of the Profane Sabbath, Father Ward is no more. Everyone's memories, the Martin house, Amy, Michael, his entire existence wiped clean from the face of the universe.

Well, in HIS universe...

✦ Meanwhile someone not that far away was observing very intently. Being plastered onto millions of screens, he would come to be FAR from forgotten.

✦ Fueled by surges of passion, obsession, and the usage of way too much ink, Father Ward would come to be yet again.

✦ His soul being handed to the one holding the pen that brings him life, Father Ward is rebirthed as an angel in the new world. The honoring of him despite his faith being destroyed, gives him another chance.

How he is doing...

✦ After a little while of confusion surrounding the sudden change in his environment and physique, he quickly became adjusted to his new home.

✦ He slowly starts to loosen up, wandering the new universe appreciating its unusual beauties.

✦ He has nearly nothing to dread now, for his vengeful god and twisted devil have no reign over him here. You can say his faith is dwindling especially after what happened, realizing his god is not in fact infinite.

✦ He DOES still suffer from horrible nightnares, about Amy and the Profane Sabbath...

✦ He also still smokes, his asthma is still very much present, and he has been to the emergency room on several occasions (and counting 😭)

✦ Though it seems like every day he starts to look younger and healthier, with no bible to read he picks up gardening, now carrying with him a flower instead of a cross. His cassock is also now a comfy onesie :3

More about him... (silly)

✦ Before picking up gardening, he attempted to cook and bake! That didn't last long though, he set the ovenstove on fire four times now... When he isn't causing a grease fire though, he can make MEAN scrambled eggs 🗣❗ im talkin GORDON RAMSAY typa shit

✦ Severely allergic to dandelions, he finds ONE in his garden and he freaks the fuck out, Father Ward is vehemently against using any kind of pesticides though

✦ Holding hands with him is nice, his paws are calloused yet gentle from manual labor, he clips his claws regularly so he doesnt accidently hurt the flowers <3

✦ He has paw beans

✦ He secretly sings silly little songs when nobody's around (and when there are people, he hums), it helps him calm down from waves of anxiety, kinda like @littledoof's panic singing LMAO

✦ Father Ward is also growing accustomed to the other residents, the millions of people he reaches in the online space. He's a bit closed off (for now) but still kind to everyone he meets

✦ YES Father Ward IS interactive!! You can talk to him through my ask box, and he will frequently mingle with other posts he finds to be interesting!

✦ Settling down from all the fighting demons and counting the days, slowly but surely he is beginning to find peace, and you all are with him for the journey if youd like to be :)

@400-gallons-of-catholic-guilt

taggin you bc u said u were excited :>

[xxplaugexx]

John Price Headcannons

a/n; before we begin, your honor I love him. He's sorta above Ghost and König for me atm so anyway

pairings; Cap. John Price x AfroLatina! Reader

warnings; a bit of profanity used. it's also assumed that reader is at least 5 years younger than the captain o7

John is the greatest man in the world, you will forever feel loved!

Anything you want you got

He likes PDA (not too much) He wants to make sure people know your his

He loves cuddles and cheesy movies with microwave popcorn and a bottle of wine (crying just thinking about it fr)

BEARD SCRATCHES

He loves it when you cook for him (might have a bit of a housewife kink) but he'll never force it on you

When you go back to Latin America you bring him cigars and he saves them for good days cause they're the best

You always joke about hating his hats but y'all both know you love them

If you've already met Gaz, simply expect this every time you see him; "Mum!! The Price family is finally back together."

"Shut up Gaz"

When he first met your mom, he passed the test without instruction: "You wan't more rice?"

"Oh, yes please." (You also refused to let him eat anything for that whole day so it was genuine)

If you're a civilian, he usually wears his wedding band on a chain and puts it back on when he gets home. If you're both on the force, you have matching chains.

Speaking of being home. Silent cuddles and kisses. Moments together all the time because he knows his time may be limited.

If you're WAY younger than him, like Gaz age, you're totally immersed in social media: "I really wish British people existed."

"My love...."

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "Pardon?"

And don't get me started on the world cup (cause no one likes the British)

"IT'S CALLED SOCCER BITCH" "Sure"

"Put beans on that toast and I'm burning all those ugly ass hats." "I love you more"

“Sorry about the queen.” “You don’t mean that.” “I don’t.”

Mocking his accent

After Ghost team, you stole his mask. You snuck up on him once and he almost had a heart attack. "Fucking hell, love!"

All in all, he loves you more than himself and would probably give his life for you.

Thanks for reading <3

I'll probably do more cause love him

König headcannons next

[supraventriculart]

Long essay about John Marston I wrote stoned off my ass.

In Red Dead Redemption 1. Playing as John dosent make you feel any bigger or inherently better than the NPCs around you. I think this lines up with John as a person.

A genius part of John Marston is the fact that he is nothing special. This sounds like a diss but hear me out.

John is by all accounts a man on a mission. He is downright dismissive of having a viewpoint on most anything. The only thing important to him is exactly what he's doing.

A Determined Man is basically the only thing you could really title him. Besides badass.

He does not give a fuck. He dosent want fame, wealth, or anything like that. And has no ego.

He's very wise in that he's so thought out that he sees the bad in every facet of what he's presented. He dismisses concepts like hope, faith, morality, government, revolution, and war.

He only lives in reality and makes his own conclusions. He sees how pointless being anything but John Marston really is.

So that said, playing him does not feel any different.

John is not a gunslinger, bounty hunter, outlaw, legend, hero, villain, or anything.

He's just a man on a mission.

We ourselves see the bullshit in anything that gets preached to John as we're also just a player with a mission. Just as invested in getting our bounty as John is.

So playing as him. You really don't feel like an action hero or superhuman or anything.

You feel like John Marston.

Someone with a lot of experience with a gun, a long life of adventure and life experience to think on, a few big scars to show he's walked up to the edge of death and spit in it, a cynical outlook and confident in himself

He's completely badass. But not because he's got magic powers (deadeye I guess, but that's just a video game simulation of his many many years spent in gunfights basically trivializing combat for him he's so good), not because he's an honorable hero who's done good in the world, not because he's gods chosen one, and not because he's so good looking.

But because he's just a guy, who's lived a very rocky traumatic life with a lot of experiences, who's hard childhood forced him into a life of endless killing, and who's awful circumstances lead to him getting mauled by wolves and permanently engraved with his past.

Yes, having a crazy scar, being an ex big time outlaw, being insanely proficient with a rifle, having a rough voice, a constant snarl, being armed to the teeth at all times, and having great sarcastic lines do all make a character badass.

But he's not badass just to be badass. He dosent just have those things because it's convenient for the plot, he has them because he just happened to be unlucky enough to be born unto trouble and put on a path to do awful things and see awful things.

John Marston is just a man. Who happens to have lived a life with so much turmoil that it gave him the traits of a movie star badass. Everything about him is real as fuck. Hes not better than anyone else, he's not lesser than anyone else, he's a human. He's in an awful time of his life. And his past experiences of that have given him the skills to go through another one.

So playing John. You feel just like John. Rockstar totally fucking perfected that in this game.

Walking around you're not bigger than any other NPC. You're an average height male with just enough muscle to show a life of physical labor. Which was much common back then.

You are armed to the teeth, you are wearing black bounty hunter gloves, you do have the scar, the rough voice, and the confident walk.

But as a person it just dosent affect that at all.

John still excuses himself when he bumps into people, says howdy to people, he's a little anxious maybe but makes sense for a guy like him.

He talks like a person. He dosent speak like his dialogue was purposefully written better than any other characters, he's a bit wiser than most cause we're seeing it from his point of view, he's very good at threatening people because I mean just look at him and hear his voice, and he's not afraid to kill a man at any minute cause he's horrifyingly desensitized to it, and he dosent talk in some authoritative or hero like tone over others.

He justs a guy existing normally.

And so you don't feel like anything more than a guy in a world, who happens to be extremely good at killing people. And who happens to be a really likeable person despite all he's done. He really is just a guy. And his badassery dosent stem from just being badass for the sake of it needing a badass protagonist. He's badass because of who he is. Not what he is.

John Marston best girl. RDR1 is my favorite game ever.

I will do a part 2 about Arthur. I was very high writing this and have not proofread it at all before posting so have fun with that.

"People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven."

"We die alone, but we live amongst men."

"I'm many things, most of them bad. But a man of political principals? No."

- John Marston

[theolddivorcedzukka]

Tell me more facts about John Laurens please. You have to put up with my long ass posts about autistic ghost summoners from Jupiter so you can tell me as much as you like about Your Special Guy

!!!!!! okay sooooo

john laurens was blond. that is so important to remember cause he, like all blond men, dies a hamster death

he didn't like his dad at all omg. henry laurens was one of the biggest plantation and therefore slave owners in south carolina and laurens was a slavery abolitionist so of course he hated his guts. plus his father was always like "omg master jack could have the prettiest girl placed in front of him and he wouldn't even look her way" and john liked men sooooo. also it is said that his father might have known that he was gay and tried to erase all evidence of that by burning his letters between hamiton so that's why we have few to no letters from laurens to hamilton to look at

also nearly everyone called him jack!!!

he was a super cunt and it was such a shock when he let anyone into his inner circle cause he was such a cunttttt omg but he was very loyal and intimate with the people he did allow into his life and that's why the hamilton letters are so huge as well

did u know that he once insulted king louis to his face and he still got a loan from france and military supplies? coolest guy ever

he also drew a lot!! he loved drawing birds and he was actually really good at it

he was actually the most aggressive out of the combo of him and hamilton which is so surprising. when he dueled lee and injured him, he wanted to keep going and hamilton and lee's second had to convince them out of it before they killed each other

he called hamilton "my dear boy".......he never referred to anyone else this way

he had an ex called francis kinloch who sucked so bad cause he was a royalist and he laughed at john's ideas against slavery so john broke it off right then and there in the most passive-aggressive letter I've ever seen (he didn't address him by his name at the beginning of the letter, roasted him to death, and then closed it off with a simple "adieu")

close to this time, he got a woman named martha manning pregnant and married her to preserve her honor. his daughter was named frances which is weird considering his ex was francis so like.....who calls their kid by their ex's name jfc???

alexander allegedly found out about john's wife and daughter after reading a letter addressed to him and this was a year and a half after knowing him. oops?

HE FUCKED THAT GINGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was also held hostage by the british during alexander's wedding and alexander invited him for a threesome with eliza. btw

if you don't believe my last statement, he said "I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise" WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN

hmm idk what else i can share but did u know that he was so fucking depressed like he was really depressed

[sleepy-achilles]

The Mirrors

I mentioned Leon was supposed to be a twin and in honor of his birthday coming up but also Halloween here's an au in which he has a twin and how the people separate them.

It's messy. I'm not going to lie I've been very drained lately, mentally especially. So I tried my best to put something together for you guys as its been so long. Please enjoy.

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Kevin chuckles as Scott plays with John when the phone rings. "Michaels household" Kevin hums. "Kev.." Shawn whispers. "Shawn? Everything okay?" Kevin gasps sitting up causing John and Scott to look at him. "Can you grab another cot?" "Another? Why how big the baby?" "Twins. Twin boys." Shawn sounds giddy. Kevin can't help but smile. "Twins?" "Twins!" Scott gasps, nearly dropping John. "Yeah. Leon and Jasper Michaels." Shawn hums. "Leon and Jasper. Yeah, I like it." Kevin nods.

--

"Leon Thomas Michaels and Jasper Felix Michaels." Shawn smiles as the toddlers sit there in a mess of colour staring at him. Jasper beams brightly at him whilst Leon tilts his head. "Papa!" Jasper cheers. People ask how Shawn can tell the twins apart. Its mainly personality wise at the moment.

Jasper is loud, chatty and a real people person. Leon is quiet, mute and aloof. Both are hyper. Jasper loves food and bright colours. Leon loves drawing and sports. The boys may look identical but to Shawn, he will always be able to tell them apart.

"Lets clean up before daddy gets home!" Shawn claps. Both boys get up and run off. Leon to help clean, Jasper to hide. So similar and yet so difference.

---

Taker could tell his boys apart just from the fact he had abilities that allowed him. It was cheating really but when the boys had no personalities it really helped them keep their names.

Taker looks at the letter and then the two boys stood infront of him. Leon's hair had grown slightly long, doning a curtain fringe and undercut, whilst Jasper's hair is short and spikey.

He's kinda glad. The boys both have Heterochromic eyes, both the same eyes, the same hair colour with the same birthmark hair streak. Same tan skin, same freckles.

Though as the boys enter tweenhood Taker has noticed a difference. Jasper is getting bigger, bulkier, a mix of his love for food but also his new love for playing football. Whilst Leon is skinny and lean. His lack of love for food and his on going love for sports.

He kisses his teeth and places the letter on his desk. "Wanna tell me why you both thought it'd be a good idea to prank your poor teacher?" Taker asks. Leon rolls his eyes and looks out the window as Jasper looks down at his hands.

Taker already knows the answer. It was Leon's idea and Jasper went with it to keep his baby bro safe.

"We thought it'd be harmless. I'm sorry dad. We both are." Jasper nudges his twin. 'Sorry.' Leon signs. Taker sighs. "We will buy Ms Summers a apology gift and serve our two weeks detention." Jasper adds. Taker examines the oldest of the two. He then looks at Leon. Leon who reminds him so much of young Shawn. Jasper, who reminds him so much of older Shawn. He despises the idea of them being separated. If young Shawn had old Shawn, he'd have had a much easier time.

"Ill take you to town after lunch. Pick out the nicest items for her. Each of you. And you'll both formally apologise to her." Taker tells them. "Yessir." Leon nods in agreement.

-----

John always mixed the boys up. But that is just because they would purposely swap names and clothes and everything just to wind him up. But as they all grew. It became clear.

John frowns at the sudden commotion in the halls. "John! It's Leon!" A student yells. "Fuck" John throws his bag into his locker before running towards the crowd. "Oi! Move!" John yells shoving through. He's beaten to the scene. As he breaks through, Jasper shoves Brad away and Leon slides to the floor. "You wanna fight? Fight someone your size." Jasper growls standing between them.

Teenagers. That's a word.

Leon has yet to have his growth spurt making him a short, skinny kid. Whilst Jasper's hit him like a truck making him a tall, muscular and just big.

John found it funny. It was clear who had takers genes despite the fact John himself wasn't takers. Both himself and jasper were tall and bulky like taker whilst Leon was slim and lean like Shawn.

Leon wipes the blood from his mouth as he rests his head against the locker. John doesn't hesitate to move to his brother, helping him up. "You alright?" John asks quietly cupping his face to examine him. Leon huffs pulling back. "Your lucky Michaels!" Brad growls before shoving past jasper and away. "Yeah run" Jasper growls turning to Leon. Leon glares at him. "Stop picking fights you can't finish yeah?" Jasper snaps, shoving past Leon and down the hall.

John pauses.

The Twins are...angry? At each other?

John looks at leon who grabs his bag and storms out of the school. "What the actual fuck?" John rubs his neck.

John frowns. The Twins fought, of course, but they always had each others back.

John thinks. They know each other best. If Jasper's upset with Leon it's for a valid reason. Especially as jasper had better control over his emotions. "Boys." He huffs.

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Cassie could never tell the difference between the boys until the day it became drastically clear. Though she was too young to really know.

Cassie huffs as the busy hospital is well busy. She looks at her brothers. Twin and John. "I want to see leon!" Twin snaps. Ah so jasper. Jasper is with her. "They are not letting anyone in jasper so enough!" Taker barks. Jasper growls and joins cassie. "Whats going on?" She asks quietly. She was always closet with jasper. She knows jasper is the kind one. "Lee got hurt. The doctors are fixing him." Jasper states quietly. "They'll fic him well won't they?" Cassie asks. "Of course they'll fix him well."

Jasper lied. Cassie frowns as Leon throws the skateboard onto the floor. Her lower lip wobbles as tears build in her eyes. "Dont be such a cry baby!" Leon snaps. He was scary. It was so easy to tell who's who. Jasper was the nice one who smiled. Leon was the one with a massive ugly cut taking up his entire face.

"Whats going on!" Jasper snaps walking in. "Always playing hero. It's okay cry baby, hero Jas is here" Leon huffs before storming out.

Jasper sighs and sits next to cassie, immediately being hugged. He hugs her back and comforts her, his eyes landing on the broken skateboard he brought Leon a while back.

"Hes going through a tough time at the moment Cas. He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean any of it." Jasper whispers, squeezing her. "Hes so mean." She whimpers. "No. No hes just hurt"

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Drew could always tell them apart.

Leon had a specific mark under his right eye that Jasper does not. His eyes are brighter. His smirk is more cocky and confident. His eyes are beautiful.

Right, drew has a crush on Leon.

Drew watches the pair. Jasper's hair pushed into a quiff whilst Leon's is pulled back into a bun. They are murmuring to each other, its clearly bad.

Jasper? Jasper grabs leons elbow when nervous. Drew learnt its because he's searching for a pulse. And Leon? Leon gets his heart beating so Jasper can feel Leon's pulse. Because unlike popular beliefs. Leon does care. He does love and care. And Jasper can be mean.

And Jasper has a wandering eye just like his twin. Drew smirks as Alexa walks past with Sasha and Jasper's eyes land immediately on Alexa, his grip loosening. Leon smirks. "Alexa!" Leon yells causing Jasper to hit his chest. "Yes babe?" Alexa smiles. "Want a date with Jasper? Could make it a double date!" Leon smirks. "Only if Drews your date." Alexa smirks. Jasper looks at drew and then Leon.

Leon glances at Drew, glances? He eyes him up like he's dinner. "Mmm. Yeah okay." Leon nods. "Pick me up after the show Jaspie!" Alexa calls before walking off. "Asshole" Jasper huffs.

Drew knows it's obvious. Leon has his scar, Jasper has his personality. But Drew sees further. He sees them as people.

-----

Jasper could tell the difference.

Of course.

No one will ever understand Leon the way he does.

Atleast, he thought that way.

Jasper smiles as Leon accepts Drews hand. "Cmon, dance with me cowboy." Drew smiles. Leon glances at Jasper. "You gonna be alright?" Leon asks. "Ill survive you dancing. Go." Jasper chuckles patting his shoulder. Leon smiles and allows himself to be dragged away.

Jasper sighs and leans back as hands land on his shoulder. "Cmon, your supposed to be the fun twin" she whispers. Jasper looks at alexa. "Your my brothers best friend. Basic sister." Jasper states. "Aslong as you don't think that, I don't care. Save a horse and ride a cowboy, right?" Alexa smirks moving around, holding her hand out.

Jasper examines her hand.

"Stop quoting Leon when flirting with me." He mutters accepting her hand. "Stop acting like him then. Your Jasper Felix Michaels. And you and Leon are not the same. You both pretty to look at. But you both have different personalities. And that makes you both beautiful. But your personality makes you, you. And you that I like." Alexa tells him.

"You know what to say to make my day" Jasper smiles standing up. "Now, let's dance"

[zzdinde]

i'm not in a current mindset where High Honor Arthur is better than Low Honor. To me they are both canon.

Here im talking about full on Low. Not helping John get his family we're talking about the hardcore Arthur.

I mean i love high honor for obvious reasons but the low option is actually pretty interesting in terms of how he deals with his own turmoils and emotions.

He's a man who openly calls out Dutch on his bullshit and hypocrisy while being aware of his own bad way and doing nothing to change that because he is dead on about him being unable to change and collect himself. The good in him is not sufficient to try harder and help from the bottom of his heart.

It feels like he tries to help himself coming to term with how cruel and unforgiving he is but i'd argue that it's not the case-- he's not helping himself, he is bringing himself down. TB didn't gave him a new outlook on life; it cruched him and made him bitter for being a fool and he feels like there is nothing he can do and he surely won't do it, because he don't want to do it.

I don't think it only comes from a place of apathy but more from fatalism

He doesn't see himself as a bit of good not only because he never done anything remotely selfless, but because Arthur is a man who values how poeple think about him to certain degree-- how people praise him or loath him. The low honor path ehance that fact in a unsane way: he was fucked over by the man he thought as his father, the man who praised him and called him son. And he is bitter. He is simmering in his own anger and foolishness that it dulls his own sense of justice. His own turmoil revolves around how love is intrinsect to loyalty. I'm sure he doesn't even believe people truly loves him. Why would they?

He doesn't even want to aknowledge that Tilly's going to miss him you know? He stops her short. Doesn't want to hear it.

He never had a chance to internalize what he felt and wanted cause he didn't see himself like that. Arthur being someone who cares for people is a core theme of his character but if you, as the player, chose not to dig deeper and try to end the cycle of violence, it won't end well. Each path is plausible with the life he had.

He had good in him, but somewhere along the way it gets buried and muddled.

So now i want to talk about returning to camp for the money in full Low Honor

He arrives, fights with Micah etc etc Dutch.

But one thing really clicked for me when he said "ive come back to get back what's mine"

Not only Arthur is selfish presented during a Low Honor route, but him getting back what's his can be read the obvious way-- Blackwater money, the only thing keeping them from getting back out West, the thing Dutch kept to himself with Micah's help. Arthur was betrayed by his father figure and even dying wanted to take it as a prize for how much he did for a man who deceived all of them and especially him.

So what about Micah? Well, all of the above is applied to it. Micah's the rat, he fucked the gang, fucked his entire life and fucked the rocky foundation of Dutch's way that possibly wasn't even real from the beginning.

So technically, it's not really a Redemption. He's not repenting for his sins as his last action is driven by selfishness and revenge.

He does not want Micah to die by his hand for the sake of the gang.

It's personal.

So, if the game is about Redemption-- and he wants to cope what''s his;

Where is it? Where is the beackon of light?

Well...Redemption is also a financial term for repayment.

That's the redemption of Arthur, killing the rat and taking the gold his is own Pony up to Dutch and Micah for allowing all that shit that happened.

But it never comes. Dutch's doesn't kill Micah when Arthur orders him to, and Micah gets to walk away after shiving the shit out of him in the heart and back.

Not only he doesn't get any personal Redemption but he doesn't get to give payback.

Ain't that tragically hilarious.

He thought he lived a sinful life, and he died a sinful death. There's no redemption. He's not allowed.

Don't get me started on the meaning of the stab wound, one in the heart for the love he had for Dutch who got crushed-- and one in the back by the betrayal of his father figure by the man whom he trusted more than his own son-- the real rat

[sappymix1]

as someone who literally learnt eeuu history because of hamilton What's up with mulligan

I pulled out my laptop to type this so sorry for the sporadic autocorrect capitalization lmao

okay so the thing that bothers me about him is that I feel like he's such a random person to include. Hamilton, Laurens, and Lafayette were an established friend group like they were Washington's aides and kinda like the dream team of the fucking continental army you know lmao. like they existed as a trio. mulligan on the other hand as far as im aware was not part of that group at all. he and Hamilton did have a significant relationship like they lived together, he helped Hamilton enroll in university if I remember correctly, and his impact on Hamilton becoming involved in the revolution is really significant, but he just wasn't part of that friend group!! I don't really know anything significant connecting him to Lafayette and Laurens at all

he's such a random person to include and I think there are other people who would have been a better fit. ben tallmadge is the first that comes to mind -- he was also one of washington's aides and he ran the Culper spy ring so you'd still have the spy connection. I don't know if he was at Yorktown (I was going to say he was bc oh he was in the Yorktown episode of turn but the more I think about it I think they gave him Laurens' role bc I remember both the initial anti John Laurens erasure discourse immediately followed by the pushback that people only care bc of Hamilton lol) but I think in terms of fitting into the group of Laurens, Lafayette, and Hamilton, he makes way more sense than mulligan.

otherwise if the spy part in Yorktown was so important, I would rather they have somehow found a way to shoutout James armistead Lafayette. tldr bc idk how well known he is -- he was an enslaved man who escaped his loyalist owner and spied for Washington, he was the only successful (continental at least; I don't remember if the British had any?) spy out of Yorktown, and after the revolution when he was not awarded the freedom he was promised, he and the marquis de Lafayette fought with the us until he was freed, after which he took the last name Lafayette in the other Lafayette's honor. like he was the one who was actually successful!!!! why are we hyping up the flop guy sm

and I think with the James armistead Lafayette point specifically it comes back to something that kind of annoys me about Hamilton in general in like the larger meta of American revolution scholarship and popular media. its a pretty regressive take on the history overall -- a "great man" biopic when the field in general is moving more towards broader narratives and particularly highlighting the experiences of under represented groups (ie women, native Americans, enslaved/formerly enslaved people, loyalists, people outside of Boston lmao) and causes of the break in the relationship between Britain and the colonies beyond the typical sons of liberty style patriotism. so like I really wish that they had taken the opportunities to highlight some of these lesser known experiences when possible. there were a lot of black men in particular who were involved with the continental army and often involved in espionage specifically. like even if they wanted to keep Hercules mulligan so badly, he worked extremely closely with an enslaved man he owned, Cato, who was literally crucial to his spy work because Cato was able to exploit his position as an enslaved person to be less suspicious to the British while acquiring information and it seems so neglectful to exclude him.

anyway yeah that's it lmao

[ntaras]

HIII this was such a pleasant surprise to wake up to omg i love you for dissecting this

i can understand why certain details about characters aren’t brought up in order to fit the limited time they have for the story but it takes away sooo much about said characters. like tomas in the story doesn’t have ANYTHING going on for him but then you learn some random details from the pre into dialogues and it’s like?? i feel like this is a different guy????

yeah giving tomas a mom and sister only for them die was a reference to the ice brothers’ own mom and sister and i will admit it made me mad when i realized that but finding a way to connect that similar pain definitely helped. i do think a lot can be said about the father’s involvement in canon regarding “the mom” and “the sister” but i’ll leave that discussion for later

it was nice giving tomas some depth!!! even though all of what you see of him is tomas a kid in the fic, i really liked writing the transition of tomas into the lin kuei and becoming a part of the family. you nailed the connection between the father and tomas. it was a trait and skill he developed from his mom but eventually it would be honed to suit the father’s needs.

i do adore the ice brother’s mom and sister so much even if we know next to nothing about them. it was a small win for me that the mom was mentioned in the pre fight dialogues but i still miss her dearly like she’s an actual playable character in mk lmao. but like you said she is super important to bi-han’s background and i feel like a lot discussion regarding og bi-han always forgets her :(( like even john tobias himself has talked about her!!!

as the father as much as i am his number one hater i go back and forth on the abusive thing. i hate his mk1 version soooo much more than the man who originally kidnapped his kids and was implied to kill his wife and daughter so i had to make an absolute prick in this. i just can’t fuck with making him this good guy when i feel like it takes away so much from the brothers and messed with bi-han’s own character so much. at least with the og version you can question if the dad was forced to kidnap them and it leaves a lot of interesting questions regarding the methods the lin kuei use with their members and how they specifically train (and breed) cryomancers. like, i have depth to work with vs the dad in mk1 who just pisses me off

i do think bi-han is an unfortunate blend of his parents. and you once again nailed he inherited the worst traits from his parents!! he’s the beloved son and the worst son. as the eldest son he gets to honor of being protected by the very hands that dominate his and kuai liang’s and tomas’s and his mother’s and his sister’s life. bi-han’s entire childhood is knowing he can die but he isn’t allowed to die, while others around him didn’t share that “privilege.” his mother’s kindness that’s in him is a placement for that rare compassion bi-han had and showed in mythologies. in a way that kindness also mimics his father, as he doesn’t reveal the truth of their father’s actual intentions. so some traits you think are his mother’s can also be his father’s and vice versa

i do agree that tomas should’ve had some doubt in kuai liang, because it would’ve been nice to actually get in tomas’s head and actually get his thoughts on the whole conflict. i think a little more expansion on who the father was and the actual circumstances of how he died would also help the story a lot more cause wdym bi-han just “left him to die”??? there’s no explanation as to HOW he died… but yeah tomas actually coming to terms of how bad his adoptive father was it could gear into a direction of tomas separating from the family and going on his path

i left the “no guilt. no relief. all love.” part completely open to interpretation!! in my opinion it’s an amalgamation of his emotions and the realization that in the end- even if he himself isn’t released of his guilt or allowed any relief in his actions- it can all be boiled down to his love. even if he ends up betraying earth realm and every one resents him (which brings him neither guilt nor a sense of relief) he can at least say he did for something.

but you still nail your reasoning for that line!!! i will admit now that i’m not very fond of having bi-han cry, but i think you got the idea pretty much down. despite promising to kill him he couldn’t act on that promise and as you said, denies himself that relief (which he deserved!)

yes the final part about the hands on their necks is describing his mom and sister, but also just in general the ease in which his father could just kill anyone close to bi-han. it’s another way to showcase how similar bi-han is to his father. his father killed and felt nothing, and bi-han didn’t kill and felt that same nothingness.

YES ABOUT THE GENERATIONAL TRAUMA!!! i genuinely think that’s something that should be explored in canon regarding that entire family because (at least in the og tl) those cryomancers spent generation after generation serving a clan and producing for a clan. that’s also why i think the og father is a lot more interesting to look at compared to mk1: a cruel clan produced cruel fathers who were cruel to their children and so on. that is one of things i’m trying to convey in this fic with bi-han and his father (and in the fic with luna in it, i’m trying to convey it with the father and bi-han and then bi-han and luna). the generational trauma would just explain so much about bi-han and why he did what he did in the story.

anyways THANK YOU FOR THIS RESPONSE TO THIS FIC AND THE LOVE FOR LUNA <33333333

Father.

spoilers for the newest mk game

i’m very upset at the way they treated bi-han as a one note villain, and hate how they made out his father to be a good man. so, here’s a fic aka some anti sub-zero father propaganda.

the fic is centered around bi-han's relationship with his father

warnings for abuse, implied murder of an infant, and implied death during childbirth

if you see any typos don’t mention it to save me from embarrassment please

word count: 2.5k +

1. Sister

There’s a hand on Bi-Han’s throat. It’s not choking him, but it could if it wanted to. He could thrash and flail in the hand’s grip, but every time he whips his head in order to get away, the grip tightens. It’s mocking him, telling him how his last breath is in its palms. Eventually, Bi-Han learned it would never kill him. It would just make fun of him. It wasn’t any better for him.

But he’s lucky, isn’t he? The very hand that could kill him, also protecting him from death. Evidence of its power to take away life lies in the corpse of Bi-Han’s mother. He can’t see her, and he can’t feel her hands anymore. Even if the hand of his father left an awful pit deep in Bi-Han’s soul, his mother could show her son her hands, and that warmth exists even in the coldest parts.

The hand clasps his shoulder, cold skin- bitter.

“Oh, my son, what will we tell your brother?”

Bitter. Bi-Han hates bitterness. Not the taste, but what he is. It’s a taste too close to the hand around his neck. It’s a taste possessing him, a black tar attacking his soul.

“Bi-Han, did you hear me?”

Hear? What did Bi-Han hear? Just hours ago, when he walked towards the room where he heard his mother screaming and abruptly fell silent, he heard more crying. Though as loud as the screams his mother let out, they were still smaller. He was ushered out by two men standing guard by the door. He didn’t hear the crying again.

But he’s lucky, isn’t he?

“Your mother’s gone, and a sister- you would have had a little sister.”

The very hand that could kill him, also protecting him from death. Lucky, blessed boy, to not be a daughter.

“She’s not dead,” Bi-Han whispered.

“Bi-Han-”

He shoved his father’s hand off his shoulder. “She’s not dead!”

“She is dead- both of them. You mother and sister-”

“I heard her crying!”

Though many of the Lin Kuei men knew the Grandmaster for far longer than Bi-Han had been alive, they didn’t grow up with that man as a father. Bi-Han could see how his eyes held the contempt, scorn, disgust, and hate he had hidden away. They were eyes that watched Bi-Han like he was an animal, and his father the hunter. Though his father never took the shot to kill him, he would graze him enough for blood to spill.

His father’s eyes unveiled themself to Bi-Han.

“Who? No one was crying. Your sister was already dead before she could take her first breath.”

“She’s still alive! I heard her-”

The way his father struck him did sting, but it didn’t hurt. Even if blood began coating his tongue, it’s not as bad as the bitterness.

His father gripped both of his shoulders, dragging Bi-Han close to him and unable to escape his hold. Bi-Han kept his face turned away, looking down at the floor. He could feel the tears forming, and he couldn’t face his father with those tears on display.

“No one is crying except you, Bi-Han.”

Bi-Han’s lips wobbled, the question begging to be released from his mouth.

How’d he do it?

2. Tomas

There’s no love in Bi-Han’s father. He can laugh like any other man, his smiles are like any other man, but kindness doesn’t come from simulated laughs and smiles.

But he loves to feign kindness.

Even if killing Tomas’s family was an accident, sparing him from that same fate wasn’t an accident. Taking in a new son wasn’t an accident. Giving him the tools to be a useful son wasn’t an accident.

Tomas was allowed to keep his mother’s knife- he didn’t want anything else from the bodies of his dead family. The Grandmaster had removed the knife from the mother’s hand, grabbed the knife’s sheath, and handed the bloodstained weapon to Tomas.

Night came, and when Tomas fell asleep, Bi-Han snuck into his room and took the knife. For hours, he washed away the blood from the silver metal and cleaned the sheath. Bi-Han couldn’t wash away the blood that still stained Tomas’s fingers without waking him up.

As Tomas became his and Kuai Liang’s brother, Bi-Han couldn’t bring himself to call Tomas his brother. He was sure he didn’t care much for him, the cleaning of the knife was simply because his father didn’t clean it. It was a good deed that no one knew about- so it didn’t matter if Bi-Han did it.

Besides, Tomas was sure Bi-Han hated him. Bi-Han yelled at him once during a sparring session. Tomas clumsily slipped on the mat, and almost stabbed Bi-Han in the arm. Bi-Han screamed the word “idiot” so loudly, it echoed through the halls of the temple. The eleven year old ran away embarrassed, and Bi-Han was scolded by his father, that a future Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has to keep his cool, even if others are being idiots.

Bi-Han’s way to his room was past Tomas’s room, but hearing his name leave Tomas’s lips, Bi-Han paused and listened to what was being said about him.

“Why doesn’t Bi-Han like me? I’ve been here for a year and all he does is call me stupid.”

“Bi-Han calls me stupid sometimes.”

Of course, Kuai Liang and Tomas quickly became close. Kuai Liang inherited all the kindness of his mother, the bitterness unable to possess him.

“But Bi-Han means it when he calls me that.”

“He also means it when he calls me that.”

“But you’re his brother! I’m not anything to him.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What?”

“I think if Bi-Han really hated you, he wouldn’t have let you have the last egg roll yesterday.”

The moment he heard the two giggling, he made his presence known. “Can the two of you shut up? I want to go to sleep.”

Kuai Liang and Tomas sheepishly glanced at their older brother, Kuai Liang trying to stifle his giggles behind his hand, and Tomas completely red in the face. Bi-Han was ready to continue his way to his room, but once again stopped himself when he noticed Tomas staring at him. He locked eyes with the boy, who quickly looked down to the ground. Despite just laughing with Kuai Liang about Bi-Han, once Tomas met Bi-Han’s eyes for the first time since almost harming him, the tears began to slowly work their way down his face.

Had it been Bi-Han’s choice, Tomas wouldn’t be his brother. Instead, Tomas would still be running around in the woods with his family. He’d still have his mother to teach him how to track animals, how to stitch his own clothes, and she’d be the one to give him her knife.

Would it have been a mercy to kill Tomas also, to die in the embrace of his mother, rather than grow up to be another weapon for the man who claims the name “father?”

Bi-Han swallows his bitterness, and forces himself to find his mother’s kindness. “It was only a scratch. It won’t even scar me.”

He leaves before he can see how Tomas reacts.

Bi-Han almost wants to turn around and march towards his father’s room. In that split second of vulnerability, he yearned for his father to convey that same feeling. It’d never happen, it’s a farfetched fantasy.

But the question once again begged to be released into the open.

How’d he do it?

3. Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang is ignorant to his father’s truth. The truth being that all the fondness he has for Kuai Liang isn’t because he loves him. In fact, Kuai Liang is the son that doesn’t matter. It’s Bi-Han that matters. As his father once told Bi-Han, it’s why he’s so harsh with his darling eldest son. Because his claim to the Lin Kuei matters. 

The bloody noses, the scars, and the occasional broken bones Kuai Liang received weren’t ever by his father. It was always by Bi-Han whenever they’d train together- almost pitted against each other by their father. As Kuai Liang would be ushered to the infirmary, eager to heal so he can continue training, his father would approach Bi-Han and chastise him for being “too harsh” with his little brother. 

He doesn’t care if Bi-Han’s being too harsh with Kuai Liang, just as long as he doesn't kill him. 

Bi-Han isn’t scared of hurting Kuai Liang, but he fears his father’s hand hovering around his younger brother’s neck. The gentlest push could snap Kuai Liang’s neck, and then maybe Bi-Han would also die alongside him. Maybe he’d become something worse. 

Of course his father is aware that the reason he has such a hold on Bi-Han is because of Kuai Liang, and eventually even because of Tomas. Bi-Han is the only one who lives knowing the capabilities of their father’s violence, the other two boys blessed with being the youngest. 

What is it like to be ignorant? As Kuai Liang inherited their mother’s goodness, Bi-Han inherited her knowledge of the truth. She lived a life aware of the terror that was her husband, and was unable to save her children from him. Would Bi-Han be able to save his brothers? What would his mother think of him if he failed? 

If she became angry with him, that would be fine. She could lock him out the gates of Heaven if it meant she could embrace Kuai Liang again. Bi-Han would enter hell, and become trapped with his father for eternity, but hopefully he would become the one to torture his father. 

He’s never felt the urge to torture his father as much as he did right now. 

It’s been ten years since his mother died, today is the “anniversary” of her death. His father always held a dinner in memory of his wife’s and daughter’s untimely demise. Everyone had retired to bed after eating, leaving only Bi-Han and his father facing each other on the opposite sides of the table. 

They watched each other in silence as the servants cleaned the table as fast as they could, wanting to escape the awful tension in the air. 

As quickly as they finished cleaning, they left the room. 

“I was disappointed with the food this year. In all honesty, my appetite was ruined when the rice arrived late. How does plain, white rice arrive late?”

Bi-Han doesn’t respond. His father continues. 

“Though it seems you also agree. You barely had anything, but then again, you never eat whenever this day arrives.” 

Bi-Han doesn’t respond. His father sighs. 

“I waited for everyone else to leave because you clearly have something to say, so what is it? Spit it out, son.” 

Bi-Han still doesn’t respond. His father rolls his eyes. 

“Even Kuai Liang doesn’t throw a tantrum about this- and you’ve been throwing one for the last ten years. Once a year, you decide to throw this little scene with me. He was eight and practically still glued to that woman’s hip, and yet you’re the one still acting like a child.”

“Don’t.”

His father raised an eyebrow at the one-word response Bi-Han gave him. “What? I could at least understand Kuai Liang if he acted the way you’re acting right now, but you don’t have an excuse. Besides, what if Kuai Liang or Tomas were to die? If you behaved like this, that would simply be embarrassing.” 

Bi-Han digs his nails into his palm, his shoulders tensing up. This only urges his father to continue antagonizing his son. 

“You are aware that either of them could possibly die? I thought you would have come to peace with that considering our profession. Do you remember your uncle, my own younger brother? Did you see me weep when his body was delivered to me? No, you didn’t. Even if Kuai Liang’s body was delivered to me, I wouldn’t-” 

“I’ll kill you someday.” 

His father almost misses what he said, the words almost hiding themselves from him. But he heard them, and intrigued, his eyes began to gleam with a wicked glint. 

“Will you now?” 

Bi-Han still can’t look at that man in the eyes, but his body urges the words out of him anyways.

“The day will come when you’re begging me to save you- when you’re finally at my mercy. And I won’t give you any.”

His father laughs- the most genuine laugh Bi-Han has heard come out of him. If he was Kuai Liang, he would be grinning at the old man’s bellowing laugh.

“I’ll look forward to that day, Bi-Han.” 

His father leaves Bi-Han alone at the dinner table. Bi-Han’s throat is dry, sweat pooling at his forehead. That wasn’t torture, that was amusement for his father. It was a circus show his father watched for free. And despite it all, Bi-Han still couldn’t ask the question he’s kept in him for the last ten years. 

How’d he do it?

4. Bi-Han

His father is dying. 

Bi-Han doesn’t care how his father is dying, he only cares about the fact that he is dying. 

The snow has never looked as white as it did with his father’s blood dyeing it. The woods have never been as quiet as it did with his father’s labored breathing. The cold has never touched Bi-Han as much as it did now, with the bitterness leaving his father and the desperation sinking in. 

A hand reached out towards Bi-Han, struggling to keep itself supported it collapsed back onto the snow. 

“He-help me, son.” 

Bi-Han remembers this spot in the woods as the same place Kuai Liang and Tomas began throwing snowballs at him, and in response, Bi-Han kicked the unfinished snowman they built. The woods, at the very least, can offer Bi-Han the memories of fonder parts of his childhood. 

“Bi-Han, please.”

The woods can offer melancholic memories also. If he went further into the woods, he would stumble upon the trees Kuai Liang and Tomas planted- gravestones for the family Tomas lost. Though it’s not as sorrowful as it sounds, as it was the same spot Tomas hugged him for the first time. 

 “I need you to help me, Bi-Han, please.” 

If Bi-Han went even further into the woods, he would stumble upon a cave where a bear and her family took shelter in. The first time he saw the mother bear and her cubs, he rushed back home to show Kuai Liang. For hours, they watched the mother catching fish in the river next to the cave, and the cubs annoying each other. They didn’t return back to the temple until the sun began to set. Those bears probably don’t live there anymore, but a new family has probably moved in. 

“Son!”

How’d he do it?

There’s a hand on their throat. 

How’d he do it?

It doesn’t take much to snap their neck.

How’d he do it? 

There’s no blood to spill, so he won’t have to look at himself in the red mirror. 

How’d he do it?

No guilt. No relief. 

No guilt. No relief.

No guilt. No relief.

All love. 

Bi-Han’s a liar. He doesn’t get a chance to kill his father. He watches his father, instead. He watches his father choke on his own begging and pleading for his eldest son’s love. 

It’s all love. 

It’s how Bi-Han did it- all love. 

The woods have never been more alive, as Bi-Han finally looked his father in his dead, unblinking eyes, and cried.

[vastiitas]

History & Verses

BASIC RUNDOWN:

As of present, 37 years old. Observant beneath a seemingly open, laid-back, and charismatic attitude. Was all thunder and fury as a kid - it’s weathered away, softened, but manifests when you poke all the wrong buttons. He’s still got his impulsive, reckless and hot-headed tendencies for all his suave lounging he does now. Deadeye marksman with a revolver and knows his way through a grapple and brawl. If he’s not in trouble, he’ll make or find it; his impishness knows no bounds. Instinctively protective of those who can’t protect themselves, though he isn’t quite aware of it. Resourceful.

In terms of appearance, he’s 6′1. Brown Hair, Brown eyes. Left arm is replaced by a prosthetic, the amputation being transhumeral/above elbow (though whether or not he has it will be dependent on the timeline/verse.) In terms of Overwatch, I prefer his design of the first game over the second, so his attire will mostly be in reference to that.

To really break down my portrayal, I try to take pieces from: Cool Hand Luke (estranged relationship with god, when his mother says fondly and teasingly "you were boring everybody" when he tried to be a proper fiancé, when he says "i haven't planned a single thing in my life", his boyish instigations, when they give him his namesake and go "sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand!", and his inevitable death being true to his nature); just a lil bit of blondie from the good the bad the ugly (keeping cards close to his chest, his quiet empathy towards tuco as they leave the church and later the dying soldiers, being a show-off but also a dork in his own right, discernment to be wise enough to look out for one's own self-interest), and a bit of John Marst (disillusionment with Causes, being chained along to be used by the government, betrayal/being left for dead by the people you used to think of as family) and RDR in the more general sense that if I don't see him walking around in that universe as a grounded person - he simply does not sit right with me. I try also to integrate the violence within the books of C.ormac McC.arthy. There's a sort of mischief and craftiness that comes with a coyote motif. Self contradictory in being laid back, but also impatient and reckless (though more present in his earlier years and less so in the later -- unless you know him well). Headstrong and bold, but kind. Someone who can make himself at home anywhere. There's a running theme of self-burial and bloody baptisms: he has killed cole cassidy for all of his weakness; he has put to rest jesse mccree for all of his wounds that were too much to bear. Honorable Mentions include: JB Mau.ney (bull rider), and Randle McMurphy (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest), and Odysseus (Homer) for his perpetual bad luck and wily nature (but also this fic Captures Everything Quite Well), sometimes Achilles w his righteous anger.

pre-deadlock

V;HEATHEN THING BORNE FROM DIRT AND DESOLATION

ah, well, you know how the story goes. farm boy lives on a farm, war comes, war tears up the country, war tears up the world, farm boy is now an orphan boy who gets tossed around between foster homes 'til it starts getting on his nerves. the boundless sky mocks him, the dirt a reminder of what he's been reduced to; the grit of it scorns him on his skin. the boy finally says, "fuck this, fuck everything," and becomes a runaway. wild thing, coarse, and wary; but not without his charms when he feels like he doesn't got anything to prove. the name "cole cassidy" died with his family, but it sits tentative on his tongue like a habit that has yet to be kicked.

Headcanons about his youth can be found here.

deadlock.

V;CHASE THAT ADRENALINE DOWN WITH A CLASSIC TRAIN HEIST

the summer is screaming. gun shots, buck shots, iron cracking, glass shattering. home isn't an easy thing for jesse mccree, but he thinks he found one amongst the drum of bedlam and people here, in the seedling starts of a gang that will soon become a monster of a force in the American West. a boyish crush on a respectable girl-turned-woman, he strides alongside her steadily. banter, laughter, liquor. from 15 to sweet 17, he's on the adrenaline high of train heists. a menace, with his six-shooter and a mean deadeye. scrappy and snappy to authority, still a lanky son of a bitch growing steadily into the meat of muscle he's yet to don. a thorn spurs into his side though, slides right into his heart and festers. it feels insiduous, like doubt, and it feels like damnation. nauseatingly, something about it's like watching a compass turn away from north; but, hell, maybe that's just the booze. (i read deadlock rebels, and i'm not going to refute it.)

early blackwatch.

V;PRISON WITH A LEASH

an ultimatum is an ultimatum: a life-time of prison or service for covert-ops. hell, he thinks. hell, he reckons. at the very least, he'll get to stretch out his legs. an understatement, with what's to come in training. as far as he's concerned, he's an animal to be broken into; a hardy, mishapen piece of clay that they're trying to mould and shape. amusingly enough, it's looking not too different from what it already was: gun-shaped and deadly, being fine-tuned for the red hand of blackwatch. jesse mccree has always been easy to make friends with, but the people here, as far as he's concerned, are either mission objectives or prison wardens. he keeps his cards close, watching like he'd done as a child, biding his time to run. 

blackwatch.

V;SECOND HOME AND SECOND CHANCES

steadily enough, blackwatch and overwatch has wormed his way into his heart. at first, it'd been a veneer of professionalism forced upon him by military decorum, but it's near painful for him to consider that maybe, just maybe, he's found a second family. age and retrospect gives him a little more clarity in that the ultimatum really was an open-handed opportunity. his time with blackwatch in his early years hasn't beaten his tact from train heists out of him yet. still a little reckless, still taking gambits. a maverick, in his own right. he holds his cards a little less so tightly to his chest, learns to be less wary of omnics and ais, and is keener on the rolling with the punches than the resentment he'd held before. 

outlaw.

V;OUTLAW IN THE NEW WEST

disillusionment. with blackwatch and overwatch's fall, he reckons right or wrong aren't so defined after all. redemption is a hack of a word, one he'll forever associate with what they'd told him that he was doing. up until things just got a little too dirty. if he'd seen it earlier, maybe he could have stopped it. or, maybe it's just that he's a little bit too rotten, and he'll always fall a step left on that clean moral line. it wasn't like he disagreed that the man had to be taken down. at the end of the day, he's back in the dirt. back to a vague sense of home, some strange body of familiarity with the hug of gritty discomforts. money comes and goes, changes hand to hand. he picks up the jobs that he has to. he'll be hard-pressed to do some good, but maybe he can't help himself when something tips that moral compass needle anywhere away from the true north that he's learned to define himself. 

overwatch.

V;BACK IN THE SADDLE 

overwatch comes back. it stands, tall and defiant, struggling to find its legs proper, but deteremined nonetheless. a cynical part of him needles at him that this won't last, it'll collapse in itself like before. but there's no blackwatch this time, only an earnest, perhaps overly-idealistic gorilla who sees when there's wrong to be righted. with terrorist organizations back on the rise, with some mumbo-jumbo about bettering this or that, challenging humanity to be better or screaming about its downfall, he reckons overwatch is the one thing that stands against another omnic war in the making and creating more aimless, orphaned jesse mccree's in the world. if overwatch can come back from the grave, he reckons, cole cassidy can, too. better, that way, when there's a bounty hanging over the mccree name anyhow. (1)

retirement.

V;LIVING PAST THE MYTHOS

Self-Explanatory

a modern verse.

V;MODERN TAKE ON A DYING BREED

Same run down: Farm Boy turned Orphan turned Runaway. No Robot War to kill the parents, but it’s an unfortunate plight all the same anchored by shady back room deals. Ran away from the changing of foster homes to a string of farms looking for farmhands. Lost his left arm to a piece of equipment at one of those megafarms, got given the boot, got drunk, got angry, did something stupid, got into a gang, got arrested. if only out of spite, he attempted all the different ways he could try and make a break for it, but there’s only so much you can do when you’ve got phantom pains crippling your stub of an arm. somewhere down the line, after his release, he picks up a prosthetic and tries his remaining hand at bounty hunting after a serendipitous moment of taking down some asshole who decided to shoot up a diner.

this tag is a catch-all for all periods of his life in this verse unlike the filing system for his ovw verses.

rancher.

V;LIL SLICE OF HEAVEN SADDLED ON A COWPUNCHER'S DREAM

kid that came from dust-scraps that took to the pbr as soon as he could (min age is 18 for entry, I'm sure); he quickly takes the stage by storm as the kid who came from nowhere. in elaboration to his youth: it's not so different from how it is in all his other verses. a dispossesed, orphan traveller who works his ocassional odd jobs, but for the most part he DOES stick to being a cowhand; bothering the local vaqueros and rancheros about rodeo competitions. he does a lot of trial and error learning on his own, uses a lot of secondhand and borrowed equipment while building his own set for his first entry. before the loss of his parents, he'd started with mutton busting and being put on top of steers as per most kids. cole's other point of interest in the competitions is steer wrestling, which he will perform for on the occassion, but not as frequently for a bull ride; he's also a mean ass roper - but he keeps this skillset to the job despite folk asking him to partner up for team-roping or just enter as a roper. cole takes a lot of his winning funds to settle out and work his own property in his downtime. it's a modest size compared to an average ranch (he keeps about ~25 head or less), and he keeps it this way to be manageable when he's travelling between competitions. good neighbors will ranch-sit for him while he's away. he's well-known and well-regarded in the town he settles down in; knows most people's names. im just going to put some of his other modern-verse npc's residing in this town which include Ernesto, who taught him to maintain and build a motorbike, and Ol' Kooky Sal who threw him around on a crop duster plane. He still loses his arm, at some point. while this forces him into retirement for bull-riding purposes, he does continue with the upkeep of his ranch and falls into other portions of the events, such as bull fighting (protecting riders when they dismount), and the raising and training of bulls.

western period verse.

V;CAUGHT STILL IN TIME BY A BYGONE ERA

For RDR and etc.// I keep this vague in order to play Cole to whatever dynamic  is desired or comes into play. Otherwise, you can generally expect the same story beats as above: orphan -> gang -> mutual betrayal within gang that leaves him half dead and picked up by a lawman who gives him a second chance as opposed to a noose (age: 17) -> spends his time as a deputy and bounty man, eventually splitting and/or putting his mentor figure in the ground due to a combination of illness and political corruption.

tlou/post-apocalyptic verse.

V;TIP-TOEING THE RAZOR'S EDGE OF AN UNCERTAIN TOMORROW

For tlou, zombies, etc. Generally, a raider that can act in a group or solo. Tends to keep to himself and a wanderer. Also left vague to accommodate case-by-case plotting.

supermax prison. (upon request)

V;JUMPSUIT ORANGE AND JAIL CELL GREY

OVW DIVERGENT VERSE. he doesn’t take the ultimatum to join blackwatch and is set to spend the rest of his life in a prison. This verse can be set to further develop into a talon verse in itself after a Talon or Null Sector attack (whether wayward or intentional) causes an impromptu jail break. Keeping this separate from the Talon Verse below in order to allow room for Gabriels who want the potential for a pre-established past connection vs keeping it anon and new.

That said, most of the focus would be exploring relationships in prison and visitations.

talon verse. (upon request)

V;COULDN'T SCRUB THE DEVIL OUT OF YOU

" I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don't like your face. “

Callsign’s predictably Deadeye, but more for the dead-eyed look he’s carrying around. Started out as a muttered, whispered nickname amongst the grunts when he wasn’t feeling particularly conversational and stuck. He’ll introduce himself as Jesse though.

Personality wise: He’s basically the same, 'cept there's something perpetually restless itching beneath his skin. starting shit just to start shit, throttling forward into void with a devil’s glint in the eyes. This is a man with nothing to live for and nothing to lose - living a purgatorial existence where the only thing that serves to make him feel alive is when life or death is at stake. The sun blows out to a black hole; leaving behind a shattered carpet of shredded light and an unrelenting appetite for more.

OTHER STATS

Has a conversational grasp on Spanish. Grew up with it with a bunch of farm hands.

Texan outfit, Texan boy, Texan Southern Drawl.

Didn’t have a formal education prior to BW.

Is wary af abt omnics until fully integrated into OW.

has a bounty on his own head in OW verses. Not included in modern verse, but we can make it a separate one if you’d like >:)c

Joel was his father’s name. A narcissist obsessed with using those around him to better his own ends, Cole learned from him at an early age how to identify all the tells of a person trying to get something from you and at the basic level on how to lay on the charm (which he later developed further into his own thing.) Frequent arguments broke between them, bearing onto the physical, with mostly the blame falling onto him due to his own habits of instigating and finding trouble. There are some scars on his back from these years as a child; they’re faded and lost to other wounds as of current day.  

For OVW: I try to keep connections vague to have room with other people’s interpretations of their characters. For threads that don’t make use of these characters, here are my general takes on his feelings for said characters:

I personally think Reyes makes a Dutch equivalent for Cole (which in itself is all very complicated; dutch has shit going on, but i think he genuinely cared when things were good), but I specifically made his father a narcissist in order to give more room for lighter bonds/connections.

I also regard the falling out with Deadlock as a mutual betrayal; Cole came out of it bleeding and bruised. He will regard Ashe with wariness: He misses her, but the feelings are complicated. I see their ovw2 voicelines as more sibling antagonism than outright animosity. He does not rat on DL.

Jack may be “the golden boy” of ovw but my Cassidy won’t resent him for “not getting his hands dirty” like the bw crew. He might make fun of him for it, but Jack, to him, reads like an earnest guy trying his best. i think that jack is the one that gave him permission to leave when bw went to shit in retribution; furthering tensions between him and reyes. this doesn’t need to be the canon if you’re a character (e.i. reyes) that closely interacts with a jack.

ana amari was his first step in integrating with the ovw crew. Her sharpshooting skills and resourcefulness lended respect (the latter a feeling of ilk) and marks his shift from being wary of what he considered his prison wardens to genuine mentor figures. Reyes taught him a lot, but he enjoyed Amari's lessons the most.

For OVW - Explaining the Deadeye mechanic: On here, it’s an adrenaline effect; where one hits peak flow and it nearly becomes meditative. Cole’s good at keeping his head under pressure, actually almost relaxes in it, and this is that same thing except scaled up to 1000%. idk if you’ve ever, like, filled up a room with your presence alone without even a word, but it happens and i imagine this plays into the whole thing you see in-game when he activates it. post-adrenaline fatigue does hit him, and it hits him hard when he uses the mechanic multiple times within a short period.

Headcanons

Further Peripheral Details

[azarathedragon]

Mild spoilers. Nothing is really stated, but its enough to clue in to stuff that happens in the main story.

Nothing has emotionally destroyed me more this year then Red Dead Redemption 2. And for me, thats saying something, because i uh....dont usually cry during a video game. I cant actually bring to mind another game that had me that upset over a character. Books, yea. Tv shows, yea. But a video game. Make me sad, sure, but actually cry, nope.

And i loved the game to bits, enough so that it actually got my ass in gear to play and attempt to finish the first game. My only gripe would have been some of the choices made with horses.

First being that the best horses are locked behind the epilogue, where theres maybe a dozen hours worth of content. Maybe more if you didnt do some stuff as Arthur. It doesnt make sense that the character you spend the most time with, only has access to lower tier horses, barring the black arabian and gold turk (which i find ugly as shit by the why. Sadie's turk was a far prettier color.)

The unique horses like the black shire or Buell. If you sell either, or it gets killed, they are gone for good. There is no getting that specific coat color back. And that is dumb as shit my friends. As a side note, we shoulda been able to get Buell earlier on. You basically get that stubborn bastard when theres only a few hours of gameplay left (story wise anyway. If you spend fifteen hours just dicking around, all the more power to ya. Lord knows i did because the game ending was spoiled for me within the first week of its release. Thanks youtube. Thanks.)

Second. All horses should have been able to be found wild or stable bought. Just decrease spawn chance for the real nice ones like the Arabians and Turks. Horse herds were depressing to look at after a while, when you realize the three fastest wild breeds only have two wild coat colors. Nokota, Thoroughbred, snd the Anerican Standards. Two colors. And you find herds with 4 to 6 of one of the afformentioned breeds in it. Two colors. Its just...sad to look at. And its not like Rockstar was short on coat colors snd patterns. Also. Fuck them for patching the St. Denis spawn glitch. I found an alternative as john and got that pretty rose grey arabian. For free. And i think i found an alternative as arthur. But my lips are sealed, because frankly, its bullshit i cant steal a real nice horse. Were outlaws, lemme steal the nice horses you bastards.

Coats and their patterns. The only ALL black horse is a American Standardbred. They are an average horse. Ok speed, and ok health and stamina. And i will say it again. Rockstar was not short on coat colors and patterns. There are so many colors for the Kentucky Saddlers, Tennessee Walkers, and Morgans. So fuckin many. A lot of these could have been copied or split into other breeds. Or pull the Nintendo BotW method where there is a dozen base colors, that then have additional patterns thrown over top. Because i really want an all black horse that has good stats. (And unless im crazy, im pretty sure the initial launch of the game there were no all black horses? The standardbred used to have like...a snip on its face. Mandela effect probably. There are a handful of black horses they all start to blur together after a while)

The horse types like War and Work should have meant more than more health over stamina or vice versa. War horses shouldnt balk at gunfire, its what it was bred and raised for. Work horses shouldnt have felt the stamina drain from carrying pelts, it was born and raised to do intensive work. Wild horses should have handled threatening wildlife (snakes, cougars, bears, alligators) better than stable horses. Stable horses spook easier at said creatures, but handle towns and nearby trains better. Yes, you read that right, trains. Horses dont like loud things, and trains to them, are downright terrifying. It takes years of consistent exposure for a horse to calm down around such things. (My family had horses, and we lived near John Trovolta. The dude has a private jet. Taking off in practically our back yard. The horses freaked about it at first, but after a while began to realize the giant screaming metal demon bird isn't here to harm them. They still dont like it, but they dont freak out as easily to it either.)

Im still not sure as to what Handling meant. Does it turn faster? Different animations? Game devs love putting shit in, and then not tell us what it means. Like that "wild horses will keep some wild tendencies." That means nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. Tendencies could be anything, literally anything. Maybe this horse really, really likes chewing on its butt. Maybe it has a biting problem. The word means nothing if we arent given context on what it means.

Volume slider for the horses please. My god. Both of my parents are hard of hearing, and while my dad has no interest in the game other than "oh what gun is that? A wincester?". My mom did on the other hand. So she turns the volume up a little to hear characters better, but then we have to turn it back down, because the horses are overly loud at times. (And yes captions are on, but we still like hearing the voice behind those words. Pretty sure the tv speakers are going anyway, but there are other audio issues with the game at times that are unrelated to a shit tv). Audio option are important. And we are stuck with only three sliders. Master, score, and dialogue. You dont want to listen to a horse grunting, overpowering whatver it was that character said? Too bad. You dont get to decide that. Really hope the pc release adds a few more sliders to make it bearable.

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this isn’t a request but damn can’t stop daydreaming about how after you’ve been with Adrian for a while he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night without you and vice versa how maybe the first over night mission he does since you two got together he doesn’t realize it until he has to actually sleep and he’s just “oh shit, I can’t” to Chris after non stop talking for half an hour to him pissing him off because no ones getting any sleep, Harcourt would probably hear and when Adrian suddenly realizes it’s because you’re not there either Harcourt or Chris would take Adrians phone and just FaceTime you, give him the phone back and turns out ofc you’re having the same issue but eventually you both manage to sleep while on FaceTime to each other and Adrians clutching his phone close to his cheek :’))) ur honor I’m in LOVE-

oh my god i'm so sorry i know you just said this is not a request but i loved this so much it literally made me sweat so i also did write a little thing to go with it i am simply so sorry please forgive me. i'm putting it in this post as penance because you basically outlined the entire thing i just wrote it

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only in my dreams

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 1,086

one-sentence synopsis: adrian can't sleep without you, and the 11th street kids would've killed him for it, if emilia didn't figure things out in time to save you both.

author's note: i'm sorry i can't stop writing ofmd fic so i wrote this little drabble as a SWEET LITTLE TREAT for you all because ilysm and also adrian and i want him to hold me. oh my god wait should i write a pirate au. okay wait should i

>>> read on ao3! <<<

"Do you think birds hear like we do, or does everything sound different since they don't have ears?" Adrian asks the room at large.

Chris groans loudly, grabbing a pillow from the edge of his bed and whipping it in Adrian's direction.

"Hey!" John exclaims. "Watch it, dickhead—"

"Sorry," Chris replies. He buries himself back in his remaining pillow and says, "I was trying to get Adrian to shut the fuck up—"

"I don't know why you're all so tired," Adrian says. Chris can hear the springs of his mattress creaking slightly as he shifts around in bed, twisting restlessly.

"Maybe because we've been up for over twenty-four hours," Leota mumbles into her own pillow. "I don't know why you're not tired."

"I dunno," Adrian replies. "I'm just not. Maybe I'm built different."

"Go the fuck to sleep," Emilia snaps from her bed. It's the first overnight mission she's had to bring the team on in a few months, and she really didn't think having them all sleep in one room during the stakeout part of the op was going to cause any issues.

She'd forgotten to account for Adrian being Adrian— though, he's never had this problem before. If anything, he'll occasionally fall asleep in the wrong place and be too difficult to wake up. He is consistently chatty, but not usually at night. This isn't a typical issue for him, and definitely not one Emilia had been anticipating.

Her phone buzzes. With a furrowed brow, Emilia reaches for it, turning it over to read her text messages.

When she sees she has a text from you, she frowns slightly, checking the time. It's nearly three in the morning; you should be asleep, too. You would be joining the op in two days' time; you were the one who had been selected (in that you lost the rock-paper-scissors tournament the 11th Street Kids had held) to go and retrieve the weaponry needed at the tail end of the mission. There's no reason you should be awake; you have a long day ahead of you, and a flight tomorrow night. There's not a lot of sleep in your future.

Still, you've inexplicably sent Emilia a text that says, do you think i could teach myself how to raise chickens using youtube videos?, despite the fact that it's not yet dawn. All of you should be asleep.

"Hey," Adrian says, across the room the team's all sharing. "Are spices all just, like, grown that way? Or are some of them invented? Like, can a spice be made up, or—"

"Oh, my fucking God," Chris shouts. "Shut up, Adrian!"

Emilia squints through the darkness at him, starting to put two and two together. She’s not the one in charge of this little unit now for no reason; she’s smart, for one thing, and a quick thinker, for another.

She also acts fast, and she’s already sighing, starting to climb out of bed, the springs creaking as she stands.

“What now?” Leota demands.

“Get back in bed, Adrian, or I swear to fuck—” Chris starts to threaten.

“It’s me this time,” Emilia says, and he goes quiet immediately. She pads through the darkness to Adrian’s bed, snatching his phone off the charger beside him, swiping to turn it on.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Adrian demands, sitting up blearily, grabbing for his glasses to shove them back on. “How do you know my passcode?”

“Because I know (Y/N)’s birthday,” Emilia tells him. She taps the button to video call you; you pick up within a second. “Hi there.”

“You’re not Adrian,” you say, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emilia immediately responds. “Relax, God. The two of you. Why the fuck are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” you answer simply.

“Yeah, well, neither can he,” Emilia says, and passes the phone down to Adrian in bed. The light glowing on his face from the phone is just enough to illuminate him for you, his features lit by a dim blue.

“Hi,” Adrian says, tugging the phone in close. “What, you can’t sleep?”

“I messaged you, but you didn’t respond,” you tell him.

“I put my phone on to charge!” Adrian exclaims. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were trying to sleep, I thought I’d keep you up when you needed rest!”

“No, I can’t even sleep,” you respond. “I—” “Oh, my God, Emilia, you made it ten times worse,” Chris complains, tossing backwards into bed again. Emilia climbs into her own bed, ignoring them all completely, pulling her pillow over her head.

“Shut up and just— look at each other or something,” John instructs you and Adrian. “Or I swear to God— to God— I will destroy that phone myself.”

“I’d like to see—”

“I’ll help,” Chris agrees.

“Alright, sorry, fine,” Adrian says quickly.

“Sorry!” you call through the phone, too.

There’s a long moment of silence, then.

It takes a little bit, but— really not that long. After a couple of minutes, Emilia starts hearing Adrian and you whispering to each other. You’re keeping your voices low, though, and she can barely hear you both, so she’s not all that bothered, now. Especially since Adrian isn’t talking directly to anyone else in the room anymore, but only to you. There’s just mumbling, for a while. She hears the occasional laugh.

Emilia falls asleep before you and Adrian do, she thinks, but when she wakes up in the morning, the first one to rise, she finds Adrian asleep with his phone still gripped tightly in his hand, the warm screen pressed to his cheek. There’s nothing visible on the camera, but the call is still going, from what Emilia can see, and—

—When she looks closer, she thinks she can see kind of a smudge in the corner, and she thinks you might’ve done exactly the same thing. Sighing to herself, unable to not smile, just a little bit, she takes the phone and plugs it in before giving it back. She knows, if she doesn’t, she’ll hear about it later when the two of you would be unable to text each other all day.

Giving it back, Adrian brings the phone back to his cheek, tucking into it, hands and arms pulling up around it like he’s trying to hold you, though you’re not there. As if in response, you mumble something on the other line, though Emilia can’t make out the words as she buries back into her pillow to sleep a little while longer.

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