#and them changing Cayden’s mind

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I want to listen to Slaf,Guhles and Primeau talk all day..actually all of them

also hi Kirby😍

[critter-genfic-events]

Class Swap Recs!

This week, we have fun with five fics that explore what-ifs - what if they swapped classes with their party members or what if they took another means to get their goals. Check them out underneath the cut, and comment and kudos if you like them!

Switched Paths by A_F_S_M_A_S (30210,Teen) Warnings: Panic Attack in chapter 2 Pairings:

Seven travelers set out on seven paths that, in another life, were destined for someone else in their future party.

Reccer says: I liked it

Cobalt Blue/Flame Red by Ffwydriad (2333,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Minor Beauyasha

In which a travelling librarian meets a boy in Blumenthal, and the sharp eyes of Soltryce find a gifted, unwanted girl in Kamordah.

Reccer says: The class swap - where Caleb is a monk and Beau is a scourger - helps highlight some of the simliarities between the empire kids and is an amazing idea

Eclosion by trustpants (4063,Mature) Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Pairings:

Six ways to escape from Vergesson Sanitorium.

Reccer says: Vivid descriptions and I love the concept

Vines by PerytonProblems (1589,General) Warnings: Pairings: Grog Strongjaw & Pike Trickfoot

A class-swapped Vox machina get into a fight in the forest

Reccer says: The action is dynamic, and it's fun to try to guess what everyone's classes are from the hints

An Adventurer's Call by dimircharmer (1225,Teen) Warnings: graphic (ish) depictions of violence (specifically Pike's death from the glabrezu) Pairings: Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot (unrequited)

There is a world where Scanlan Shorthalt becomes not a bard, but a cleric. This is that story.

Reccer says: Scanlan becomes a cleric of Cayden Cailean instead of a bard, and Pike is a bard who sings about redemption and second chances, and not much changes. It's a very short story but very in-character and very fun!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be rounding out or gen week related prompts by focusing on mourning and grief. It'll be our first repeat, but a few notable things have happened since then - and our first reclist was by no means comprehensive.

After that, it'll be Fjord focused fics, mentorship, then Scanlan!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

Oh! Also! Critter Gen Week is happening! We've been using the themes for our reclist - so if you're inspired by what you're reading, consider writing (or making art) for that week!

[sadruru]

In-character character development questions for Melissa!

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

Thanks for the questions! I've already decided how I'm going to answer them, it's going to be a bit experimental 😈

Melissa will personally answer questions. Expect a cameo ~

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

"Well, well... All right! It's a miracle you could convince me, and I'll repay you for the drink and song. I don't like to stay in debt. First of all, let me say I'm not a very good storyteller, and my stories aren't very sweet. You won't be in Drezen for long, right? I doubt I'll see you again in the future. If I started telling my story, believe me, it would take a few nights. Hold on, what do you mean calling you by your name, sugar-voiced Lark? I won't, because it's more interesting!

…I hide a lot of things from those closest to me. If I have any. I often hear from others that I change topics too easily, especially from one restless boy. I've never liked looking into the future, because you never know what will happen tomorrow. On one hand, it sounds a little scary... Maybe one day I'll tell them, and him too.

I had too much shit behind me. So much that I should shut up. I don't think you'd believe me the first time.

You know, I used to not really care about this Crusade or the people around me. You should have seen how everyone reacted to me at first. The obscure bandit turned knight-commander, the tiefling, who looked like “ a succubus” or “ a whore”. Or whatever those "noble" paladins and knights called me for my looks and temper. Never mind. I've been called worse in the River Kingdoms. But now I see that they look at me with hope, despite what I do... It gives me a bitter taste in my mouth. I don't... I don't want to seem weak to everyone. It's really annoying.

Hmm… Did you see the adorable little elf with the burns? Ember. Sometimes she draws a crowd of onlookers. Her eyes, words and actions... When that girl looks at me, it's like she sees right through me. These moments make me feel pretty… Vulnerable? Oh, no. Too many bad thoughts in my head again. Now you owe me another pint!"

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"Ah, come on! Another tough question again? I really don't know! I had a lot of good and bad moments.

I don't know about you, little Lark, but my childhood ended quickly and darkly. I'll tell you about the good one. When I was five years old, I saw my dad carving something for me. It wasn't just another wooden toy, and he didn't say what it was. To be honest, I wanted a dragon toy so bad! I begged him long and impatiently until he finally finished and hung a simple amulet around my neck. The amulet bore the symbol of Cayden Cailean. Then he said to me, "Be brave, strong, and believe in good as always, Lissa. I can feel the spirit of adventure in you. Perhaps in the future you will continue our family business, or travel to other countries. That's your choice."

My first piece of jewelry... Ha ha! After that, I pounced on my mom's stuff and started imagining myself as a rich lady in a dress, with lots of gold rings and precious bling. I dreamed of getting rich, making our tavern bigger, buying a big house near the sea, with lots of servants and cats, maybe even finding a handsome husband and living happily ever after! Uh... My parents scolded me severely for making such a mess.

Believe in good, right? And foolish childish dreams... As you see, something went wrong."

Why little Lark? Because Siavash is half elf and taller than her 🤣

I hope I portrayed her character well. I don't know about the second question. Many memories in her childhood defined her. So I decided to show one of them - about her childhood dream of a good ending.

How it ended: Fluffy steals meat from hand.

Better not look at what's going on in the background. I just like to draw funny sketches in the background. I wonder if people recognize their kids? Hehehe...

[practically-an-x-man]

So that ten facts characters thing, it didn't specifically say original characters... but it also said my characters.. but idk sometimes people feel like they have a claim on a blorbo or something.

Um... anyway give me ten facts about Rae (and only if you're up to it, ten facts about Warren?)

Oooh thank you! Let's see... under the cut for space

Rae:

Often speaks with a faint Scottish accent, but it gets thicker when she's tired

Is actually quite handy around the house - her father's a carpenter, and taught her and her sisters quite a bit about general repairs

Can speak seven languages fluently, but can count to ten in over 20

Went through a phase when she was about twelve of pretending she was a mutant with a hidden mutation (most of her friends were mutants who had just recently come into their mutations and she got jealous)

If Apocalypse hadn't forcibly expressed her mutation, it only would have been expressed through an extremely physically stressful event (like a car accident, or going into labor)

The only pets she's ever had were fish (her mom is allergic to pet dander, and as an adult Rae moves around too much to have a pet)

Was once dared by her friends to try and ride one of the Highland cattle they found out in a field somewhere (she did it)

Once got into a fight on Jess' behalf after her Prom date stood her up. Rae go a three-day suspension for it, but the boy apologized to Jess

Doesn't remember when exactly her phobia developed, but her earliest memory of it is going into a panic attack in the middle of English class bc one of her classmates kept reading her mind to get the answers (and she could sense it happening)

Once they're reasonably settled-down, she and Warren take dance classes together :)

Warren (it's blorbo time babyyyy):

Canon middle name is Kenneth

Once appeared in the comics as a character called "The Fallen", with bat wings

Once appeared in the comics with cosmic/fire wings in X-Men Blue

In Marvel 1602, his name is changed to Werner

Both actors who have played his adult, live-action versions were named Ben (Ben Hardy in Apocalypse and Ben Foster in Last Stand - and I say adult because the kid-Warren at the start of Last Stand is played by an actor named Cayden Boyd)

In the comics, once was mocked for having "the largest shoulder blades I've ever seen" (paraphrased)

His wings in The Last Stand were such a big project that they had a dedicated feather department for the special effects crew. It was led by Laurel Taylor

Canonically can lift his own weight plus 200 pounds when flying

Canonically, his mutation prevents his body from storing excess body fat (so that he can get himself off the ground and fly effectively)

In the comics, strikes up a romance with Psylocke after both of them were involved in the business with Apocalypse. He's also had a relationship with a non-mutant named Candy Southern

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

Hiiii :33333 im Cayden and i am incredibly abnormal about jrwi teehee ^_^ and im also the #1 silliest guy in the world [TRUE] [FACTUAL] [DONT FACT CHECK ME] [IM RIGJHT] [ALWAYS] I use he/him and she/her since we r sillyyyyy now (if u use they/them on me u explode by meteor. SAD!)

@spaghett-onaplate is my mostest bestest homoerotic bestiest in the whole wide world :3333 he posts about fandoms i dont understand go follow him rn <3 <- u will be rewarded with 1 thousand unicorns.

(Flash warning 4 below the cut ^_^)

I am rhe worst tagger on all of tumblr HOWEVER. i am like the eclipse and both the sun and the moon and my AWESOME ORIGINAL HIGH QUALITY POSTS are tagged either

#day thoughts - [partially comprehensible posts]

or

#night thoughts - [you shall need to study the wizards texts for 10000 years to begin to understand these]

I am like an eclipse i am day and night and sun and moon and dyke and fag and so chill w it and so scared.

ALSO:

#asks :3 - [semi-consistent ask tag which i will definitely forget one day and have done in the past my mind is like an iron trap except made of not iron. Made of. Jelly :3]

#art thoughts - [i used this like once i dont post art ever but might do ??,?, in the future]

THINGS I AM, HAVE BEEN, OR WILL BE, INCREDIBLT AUTISTIC ABOUT #swag

JRWI - i have seen riptide 3.5 times. And bitb 3 times. And apothy twice. And i shall not stop there. This podcast has enthralled me in its grip and it shall enthrall you too. Youtube dot com forward slash just roll with it. Go. Venture forth.

QSMP - i literally have like only watched phil + charlie slimecicle BUT. I am the #3 juanaflippa fan ever ever ever.

LIFE SERIES - only been watchin since like double life AND IM A PEARL MAIN 4EVER however i do like the sillies :3c

[THOSE 3 R LIKE MY BIG BIG ONES RN BUT EVERYTHING BELOW IS STILL SO DEAR TO ME]

MINECRAFT - i mean. What can i say. Yeah im a gamer BOOM KACHOW FIRE EXPLOSIONS FIREWORKS SPARKLES GLITTER CONFETTI WOOOOO

OMORI - this game changed me 4everz no questions asked

HOLLOW KNIGHT - worst gamer alive right here took me like a month 2 beat hornet. But i love it nonetheless. This too is yuri.

LIFE IS STRANGE - truly it is. This game changed me. As well. Games tend to do that

LITTLE NIGHTMARES - holy fuck the Guys.

PHOTOGRAPHY - i dont post abt it much But i fucking love photography ^_^

I have a cat as well he is called jack he is my baby boy my sweetie pie my honey baby my dearest my world my everything. You will love him. <- not a choice, but an obligation.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Missed Connections

It's a new day at the Legacy House. All the family is up bright and early, ready for the day.

Sigrid slipped out in the early hours before Armani could wake and they could get caught. Robin woke up from a very peaceful slumber, ready to take on the day. That wasn't the case for other family members.

Anya awoke to a call telling her that her friend Cayden had died. Apparently, that was the name of the gentleman she worked with at the last gig that she thought was attractive. Even though they only met, talked, and worked that one day, I guess he really made an impact on her. She was devastated.

Armani had a nightmare, so his morning wasn't starting off too hot either.

Sabrina went on a morning jog to clear their mind. They were sad that their Love Day was completely uneventful and was feeling overwhelmed by everything.

And by the end of the jog, they had developed a new insecurity to add to everything else. Sabrina is really going through it. In short, the family was struggling this morning, but they pushed on!

Robin and his Aunt Scarlett headed downstairs for a workout sesh together. Robin really picked up exercising to help regulate his diabetes, and the consistency has really helped. He's also grown to really love it, and his body has transformed greatly as a result! This is in part to the mentorship of his aunt, who herself maxed out the fitness skill eons ago, played college soccer, and went pro for a bit.

Sabrina got to have a good chat with their uncle Armani, who also struggles with image issues. In the process, Sabrina ended up spilling everything out, not just her newfound insecurity. He was understanding and encouraging to them, telling them that it's important that Sabrina figures out what they truly want, and not to change themselves for anyone, especially a special someone *ahem*

Sabrina took in the advice and felt a lot better after talking it all out.

Anya thought it would be good to get out of the house with her brother and cousin since it was the weekend, and why not invite Colt to the outing as well? He was stoked to spend a little more time with Mom (which I think Anya still has trouble being called that). Anya is trying to make more and more effort to see him and spend the sort of time he will remember.

Unfortunately, the paparazzi had to ruin things.

After chewing out the papz, Anya relocated the group to a food stand down the road. They grabbed a bite to eat before walking onto the pier.

Sabrina brought their soccer ball so Anya and them played while Colt got some special uncle time. The boys seemed to have a great chat!

Sabrina had a good time out overall, but towards the end, their allergies started getting the best of them. With their asthma, they have to be careful, and the pollen was just becoming too much. Poor thing!

The group seemed to have a good time despite the hiccups, and by the time they returned home it was already dark out. That's when an unexpected visitor came by the house, and this time Anya could not refuse.

Yes, Sergio came by and pounced on Anya as soon as the rest of the family stepped inside.

Anya, still grieving and dealing with so much stress over her responsibilities as a partner and mother (just using that term for her even makes me want to gag), she just could not refuse the man in front of her. Not this time. She could tell he was upset too, but they both got lost in each other, deciding to use their words later, because in that moment, nothing else mattered.

They slowly made their way inside the house, but because Anya still shares a room with Sabrina the two hid inside the multipurpose room, which Anya knew would be unoccupied this late and was far away from the bedrooms of the house. They spent the entire night there, rediscovering each other; years of childhood friendship, teenage romance, and all the struggles they've dealt with in between spewing out.

Suddenly, the sun was rising. The two gathered themselves, Sergio the first to speak.

He confessed all the difficulties in his marriage and his decision to divorce. His ex-wife and he have twin boys, and Sergio got custody of one of them while she got custody of the other. She is also pregnant with their third. She was enraged and heartbroken that he could do this in the middle of a pregnancy she doesn't even want, and their communication has fallen apart. Sergio is rightfully stressed as a result and wishes things could have been different for him. He never truly got over Anya, but he knows as a teenager he pushed her away, not understanding himself and what he wanted out of life.

Anya couldn't handle all of this new information. She was already struggling enough as it is, and now this? Sergio didn't expect a positive reaction to this information, but he hoped for a deeper understanding. Anya needs time to think about what's happening to her, and Sergio tried to respect that, despite the tears in his eyes.

[mayspicer]

Hell yeah you're answering some of those (if you want to), it's fun! 2, 11, 28, 44, 51 for the pink bean

Aww yiss. If anyone is interested, this is about Cayden, who can be found in my posts tagged as his name or more generally pathfinder.

This is gonna be long because I'm unable to write short answers. Also I have no idea how to add a read more on mobile, so uhhh, have fun xD

2. What was your original concept for this character? How did playing them change that concept?

The whole creation story is full of randomness tbh. I wanted to try playing a face and had a rogue half prepared for that, but the GM told me to maybe not play a rogue again, so I changed my mind to a sorcerer. A friend was creating his first character ever then, and he wanted to be a typical wizard, so I looked for less combat focused options for my sorcerer and we lacked a healer, so I found that there is a unicorn sorcerer bloodline that knows healing spells and has some nice healing powers. This was my first sorcerer, so I looked for guides and turns out that gnomes are super recommended. I decided on looks and even gender when having fun in heroforge. Thought it will be super funny if a gnome that's gonna be unicorn themed will also be pink and a man. It's a little freaky how he became a serious character that took over my entire brain for more than a year now, considering how he came to existence. Gnomes, man, it must be something to them, this shouldn't've worked. I'm so glad it did tho. Even his name was super randomly chosen, as back then the party was supposed to be 3 people with others joining later, and we thought it would be hilarious if we make some kind of acronym from character names. The word "CYC" (tit would be the same in English ig) appeared, so I looked for male names beginning with C. Found Caden, thought it sounded nice, so I told the GM it's gonna be it. And he went ooooh if you spell that differently, he could be named after a god of beer in Pathfinder. I liked the spelling better, I liked the connotations, boom xD

As for his character, I remember that he was supposed to be more crazy (whatever that means, my first sketches are more mischievous looking), but after writing his backstory and actually starting playing, I think he just stayed pretty much the same. Also the rest of the party put the bar pretty high for the craziness/unchainedness level, so I automatically assumed a more mature approach to compensate lol

I wish I was better at roleplay tho, because it's really hard to try to come across as someone who is by design comfortable in most situations, talks smoothly and is confident and flirty when I'm not and I don't even know how people like this are supposed to act, so I can't even try to pretend hhhh

I just hope that the rest of my group knows how I want him to be, cos we don't really talk much about character stuff outside the game (I wish we did, but it appears that I'm the only one who's been raised in the whole OC culture and I don't even feel very comfortable around some of the people outside of the game hhhh)

11. if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any?

In one of the first sessions we saved a young black cat, so Cayden had a pet for a few weeks. Named the cat Rybiarz xd (Fisher?) because he said he liked fish (speak with animals hehe). Cayden left the cat in the inn we were staying in, because the inn keeper became our friend and the cat liked it here, so Cayden decided he's not gonna drag the poor cat along with him on the two month journey and who knows what next. If he could have a pet, I see two ways. Either some magical beast, lika a faerie dragon (not really a pet tho, cos they're sentient, but I mean the vibe), something that would be comfortable being on the move, possibly something matching his own energy, or even helping him seem even more attractive to others. The other option is some kind of animal that can swim (and climb?), because the boy Can't Swim. The last session ended in the middle of combat, where Cayden spent 3/4 of it under water, as the fight was with a water elemental which raised the water level and submerged everyone. And this was not the first time something like this happened xD And with him being so smol, he starts having problems when there is like 0.5m of water and if the water covers him, it boils down to waiting for someone to fish him out. A trained animal could solve this problem xD

As for spending time with the pet, it would probably be just playing with it and chilling together. Maybe if it was some special creature, he would be taking it with him to some social situations and play harmless tricks on others, or try to impress others with it, depending on the situation and mood.

28. do they collect anything?

He currently finally got his hands on a Mnemonic Vestment he's been saving gold for, so now he's focused on collecting as many magic scrolls (and possibly spellbooks, generally written magic) as possible, because the Vestment lets him cast one spell per day from such a source using his own spell slot AND not using up the scroll itself. This is super good, because Cayden as a sorcerer has a lot of spell slots, but a very short list of spells known. A new era just begun for him hahah

44. what lies do they tell others?

This is a hard one. I'm not great at creating characters that have many aspects to them. Cayden is pretty honest anyway, and talkative, so every one of his friends probably knows almost everything about his past and about him generally. He had to tell a pretty serious lie in the past and he only confessed to maybe two people (all just in backstory). It was about how the father of his first girlfriend died. He was killed by a unicorn, when he tried to kill it for its horn. The father was hunting magical creatures in secret, so his family didn't know anything, but he wanted Cayden to help him with the "business", as the relationship with his daughter was becoming serious. Why he thought it was a good idea is a mystery, as Cayden's family's past involving a friendship with a unicorn was pretty well known. Cayden helped the unicorn escape, but not before the other gnome shot at it with a crossbow. The unicorn charged and impaled the man with its horn before teleporting away. After spending the night crying his eyes out and trying to make sense of this whole situation, Cayden brought back the father's body back to the family and lied that the man was killed by someone with a spear who tried to mug them, before he managed to scare the attackers away using magic tricks.

I think, more generally, hypothetically, Cayden would lie about his own well being, for example if it meant others wouldn't waste time on him and would be able to save themselves in a critical situation. He would lie to make others feel better if he knew there was no way to help them and if he knew that showing confidence and being optimistic would raise morale of everyone else.

As for non serious lies (I'm not even sure it counts for the question), sometimes his gnome nature comes through, and he's tempted to just mess with someone by telling obvious nonsense information when an opportunity arises, or creating illusions. He doesn't have a heart to leave someone confused for too long though, so most of the time he clears thing up pretty fast.

And of course he tells lies in typical adventurer stuff situations. False names, motivations, all that. "I'm so sorry for shooting color spray in your face I panicked, I just didn't want you to cuff me, I'm on your side I swear, I want to help deal with those people demolishing your holy stairs, I won't be able to do that while magically handcuffed!" *Insane bluff check* *promptly escapes the moment he sees an opportunity*

Currently we're trying to infiltrate some kind of a drug cartel criminal underground, so there is a lot of bluffing involved xD

51. what element of their backstory are you proudest of?

The elements my GM basically wrote for me xD

I'm not the strongest writer, not even moderately acceptable writer, so I needed a little help. We all generated backstory events when creating characters and wrote based on what we got. I couldn't think of a conflict that involved telling a lie motivated by love. This is the one above, about the unicorn. The other backstory element is to rationalize how Cayden got out of his country that was surrounded by enemy nations currently at war I think and travelled through almost half the continent to the Pathfinder lodge in Absalom. I decided he's going to go by water, sailing near appropriately named Isle of Terror. Sure the name is not nice and there are some terrible stories surrounding the place, but near the shore there are real people actively looking for vessels trying to cross the lake. Turns out Isle of Terror is no joke and during a terrible negative energy storm everyone from the crew died, if not by the storm, then finished off by a shadowy creature, and Cayden barely survived this only thanks to hiding in a barrel, and plot armor I guess (it's a backstory after all, and a random event due to my decisions to go this route).

Other than that, I kinda like the part about Cayden even having the bloodline powers he has. One of his ancestors/parents had to have some kind of closer contact with a unicorn and I decided it's gonna be his mother. Before he was born, his country was at war with basically every neighbour and Cayden's mother was helping refugees by hiding them in a dense forest near the border. She impressed a unicorn living there with her determination and pure heart and they formed a strong bond with the unicorn protecting it's forest against unwanted invaders, but allowing shelter for the needing. During those efforts Cayden's mother met his father and after the war, Cayden was born. Later, when he grew up, it turned out that some of that unicorns magic/blessing passed onto his mother and became apparent in him.

I know it's cheesy, but that's about the peak of my writing/storytelling skills xD

For someone that is 52 years old, my boy has a surprisingly uneventful backstory, with 40 years of living peacefully in his village with both parents, having a traumatic experience, and then going out to see the world, hearing about Pathfinder Society on his first big stop and making it his dream to join them. I described his journey basically by coming up with partners he had romantic relationships with along the way and elaborating a little what happened during these stops/stages of the journey. Now I face the joy of meeting this characters as NPC's one day, oof, I didnt think this through. We even met that first girlfriend already. (it was ok, but super stressful, but also super sweet at the end)

[sundove88]

New Heroes Have Joined The Fight! (Shonen Jump Power Linkage)

Luciana Sarandon (Dai): “To tell the truth- I’m actually the Princess of another country- The Kingdom of Paladius.” (A Kingdom Trapped in Time) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Luciana Sarandon is the younger Princess of Paladius; an island kingdom in the Mediterranean Sea. She loves her kingdom, family, and subjects; and her older sister Olympia is going to be the next queen when their parents; King Alfonzo and Queen Nathalie, retire. She also has a pet Pomeranian by the name of Diamanté.

Being a 16 year old princess; she often helps out around the castle when her parents aren’t looking- and that includes donating to the less fortunate, doing charity work, and filming the next episode of her Vlog so that she can update her subjects on the news. She also loves a good fashion statement or two.

She and Dai linked when she was looking for a way to stop Sir Wolfsbane (Her parents’ advisor) and they met when she and her friends were sent to NYC for help- that very act of teleportation was of Lumi’s doing. Now she and Dai are willing to do whatever it takes to save Paladius and her people.

Cody Brookstone (Gamma 1): “Cayden, we have to get outta here. It’s our only chance!” (Not Leaving Without My Brother) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cayden Brookstone (Gamma 2): “Cody, our stepmom hasn’t been treating us well. We should definitely escape.” (Secret Between Brothers) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cody (Red) and Cayden (Blue) Brookstone are 14 twin brothers who escaped the grasp of their horrible stepmom (Who was a racist white woman, mind you); after their biological mother passed and their father remarried. They now live in NYC in a nice house under the care of Misako Kurosawa.

Both of them absolutely love robots; and Transformers in general. They will spend their spare change on transformers merchandise and share it with their friends- they even have a tendency to finish their sentences together; like most twins.

They linked with Gamma 1 (Cody) and 2 (Cayden) while heading up to NYC; on a subway that was heading the wrong direction. They sat next to their linkers and didn’t notice until they made eye contact with each other- now they’re best buddies!

[lungsandlips]

"No..." Dimitri sighed, immediately regretting his small outburst. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. What happened to you, what's going on with Felix, it's out of your control. You both have every right to not be okay..." How did he explain that it was him who was having trouble with things not being okay? "I'm just struggling. I lost a lot of time and I wasn't here for you." Hypnos and Felix had always been rock solid for Dimitri and now that neither of them were it just felt wrong. Nothing could really fix that.

"So it's almost safer to leave him with Tassos." That was a frightening thought. "Doesn't mean Tass shouldn't be punished. Whatever that means." It didn't seem that much touched him if he still had even just one poor soul under his grasp.

Dimitri nodded, confirming that his decision to not give up on his brother was a good one. Cayden may easily get annoyed with him but not enough for it change his mind. "So he's dealt with heartbreak in many ways. Makes sense why he didn't warm to me so easily. If you don't get close to anyone, you don't lose anyone."

"I'm sorry..."

It hurt Hypnos's heart to know that he was only adding to Dimitri's worry, even if it wasn't something he could really help or be faulted for when it had come about as a result of prolonged trauma.

"Very much so. The pup still tangled up with Tassos is mate-bonded to him, which means that previous attempts to separate them caused the pup enough distress that it made him gravely ill and he barely pulled through. The situation is bad enough that he has cut contact with his own family over it, and I fear he is too young and too caught up in this to free him without it causing him further harm."

Hypnos understood Dimitri's persistent optimism when it came to getting to know his newer siblings, so it was unsurprising that he wouldn't immediately throw in the towel just because Cay had been standoffish with him.

"I think your brother needs that, as it hasn't helped that his issues were made all the worse after Blake was kidnapped for a while and Cayden handled the situation poorly enough that both Blake and Lilah left him over it."

[sadruru]

For Melissa!

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Awww thanks for the questions ♥ I'd better tell everyone about Melissa!

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

"One amulet. One owner. Two different sides. Two paths." She has a wooden amulet, already clearly worn by time. She always keeps it close by, in a pocket on her belt. On one side was carved the symbol of Cayden Cailean, clearly made by a skillful hand. Her father had made and given it to her as a child, it was her first piece of jewelry. At the time, her family owned a tavern called the Dancing Lights. Therefore, she has a special affection for such places. When she was little, she often prayed to Cayden Cailean for silly things like the most normal child, trying to believe that tomorrow would be better than today and not get discouraged. But prayers didn't keep her from the future.

On the other side was a rather crudely made symbol of Calistria. Melissa had carved it herself when she was a teenager, under the influence of strong emotions. There was still some dried blood from the cuts on this side. Now she was closer to the goddess aspects like lust and revenge. But whether her revenge will bring her peace of mind remains to be seen…

On one hand, anyone might think: "Why didn't she throw it away or destroy it? It reminds her of the past!" Knowing her character, she could have done so, but she didn't. After all, this simple amulet was the only valuable thing in her life that had always been with her and belonged only to her. Perhaps she still remembered and loved her parents, and it was a piece of her then good childhood. Later, she would definitely ask Trever to teach her how to carve something out of wood (but to no avail, she has no talent for it, just like she has no talent for singing, and I emphasize this for a reason your ears will hurt). Melissa claims she doesn't care about the gods and doesn't believe in anything, but it's not uncommon to hear her talk about them or utter phrases that one would only hear from a believer. I've already made an illustration of this in advance, ehehe:

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Sounds like a pretty interesting question… Gosh, I hope I got the point of the question right. At the beginning of the game, Melissa was afraid to feel affection for someone. It's hard and painful. For so many years of her life, she has firmly believed that love and affection are temporary. It is very easy to take advantage of another person's trust in this way. And even if you have friends or family, they will be gone and she will be alone. Again. But even a wild cat can be tamed with love and attention, right? As the story progresses, some companions show their good attitudes towards her and it works, her opinion on the matter changes for the better. So... Melissa loves acts of physical affection. She doesn't mind at all if you just give her a hug or a pat on the head, although she will grumble a bit. You don't need much more than that. She rarely received such simple signs of affection from anyone, except for two close friends from her past… But one of them is dead, and the other betrayed her at a crucial moment. As for acts of emotional affection… Melissa still has a problem fully opening up to even her closest people and honestly telling them what's wrong with her. She easily dodges uncomfortable questions (especially about her past or well-being) with jokes and diverts your attention. But now she is trying to correct this bad habit, because it can bring even more problems and misunderstandings.

BONUS: A sketch that will probably become a full art in time. I liked it too much. They're so cute. Here are all the ones Melissa has made really good friends with. That doesn't mean she has a bad attitude towards the others, each companion needs a separate explanation. Poor Sosiel… Patience and strength to you.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

The dragon, the lost squad, the ever attacking demons, the x200 reports from Regill that she still has to sign ХD… She has some very "fun" days. She's a hedonist. That ACTUALLY says it all, how she likes to relax after a hard day. And in general, after paperwork or after returning to Drezen, she likes to go to a tavern and have a good drink. Preferably with someone. Better yet, get drunk with EVERYONE she can. She's usually joined by Seelah, Lann, Woljif, Daeran, and of course Arushalae (she's always the most sober). Of the slightly unusual rituals… She may, when she feels the need, sit somewhere alone or with Fluffy. Fortunately, of course, she'll find someone who will forever brighten her loneliness (I really don't want to make her life any more bleak).

To be honest, she doesn't like to be alone for long. That's when bad and sad thoughts start coming into Melissa's head. She prefers to distract herself from them any way she can. But in the future this will play a cruel joke on her.

I feel a kind of sadness and loneliness from this picture...

[defectivehero]

Cayden sighs, glancing sideways at the hero before looking back to the villain in front of him. Mayhem has a strange look on their face- their eyebrows furrowed and gaze flitting between him and the hero. Cayden pretends not to notice, instead pulling out his dagger and running at them. Their partner lets out an indignant hiss, but Cayden ignores it. Just as the dagger is an inch from the villain’s heart, Mayhem reaches out and snatches their wrist. Their grip tightens painfully and the dagger unceremoniously falls from Cayden’s hand. To his surprise, the villain’s grip refuses to leave his wrist.

Instead, he is yanked even closer to the villain. Cayden stiffens in their grip, a million different thoughts and emotions running through him at once. Mayhem leans close and whispers something, something that will change the course of his life forever. 

They’re watching you.

Dread coils in the pit of the sidekick’s stomach. Mayhem’s fingers feel like claws, itching at his skin and yanking. Before Cayden can push them away, the villain releases their grip. Cayden swallows hard, watching as Mayhem’s gaze refuses to leave him. 

“Mayhem!” the hero yells at the villain. Mayhem finally turns away, glaring at the hero. They roll their eyes at them before reaching for something behind them. Cayden can do nothing but watch in confusion as Mayhem grabs a smoke bomb and tugs the lip of it. Their visage fades into the grey smog that arises. Their partner foolishly runs forward into it. Cayden bites back a cautionary remark, knowing that the hero won’t listen anyways. Instead, he watches from the side as they look for a few more minutes before walking away from the smoke. 

“What did they say to you?” the hero asks, crossing their arms over their chest. There’s a suspicious gleam in their eyes, one that Cayden is only able to notice because of his years of working with them. It’s unnoticeable to the general public eye, but not to him. 

“Nothing,” Cayden shakes his head, his heart racing out of his chest. The hero looks incredibly suspicious of this, but they don’t say anything else, thankfully. The two of them walk back to the agency in complete silence. Cayden is too overwhelmed to try to fill the air with social inanities. 

Upon reaching the agency, he walks over to his desk and spends the rest of the day distracted. Mayhem’s remark refuses to leave his head, to the point where his supervisors let him go early because he’s “not focused enough.” Cayden doesn't mind this. After all, he has a sneaking suspicion that he knows who Mayhem had been referring to in his message. However, he waits until he reaches his apartment to allocate his effort towards contemplating the strange remark. 

The moment he steps into his apartment, Cayden freezes. Something feels wrong. He closes the door behind him and looks around the room. Everything looks exactly as he left it- hoodie thrown over the couch, coffee mug on the table. For a moment, he thinks he’s overthinking everything. Nobody is watching him. Right? Right. That would be impossible. He would have noticed...

Naturally, the moment he is about to dismiss the thought, he notices what’s wrong. The plant in the corner of the room has something in it. He knows what the object is before getting any closer, but Cayden still feels like he has to confirm his suspicions. He grabs it from the plant’s leaves and grits his teeth. Just as he expects, it is a camera. It’s hardly the size of his finger. Cayden looks down at it in horror, his stomach churning with uneasiness, dread, anger, disgust. He can hardly think about what he should do with it before he finds himself smashing it in his hand. The scraps fall to the floor with a crackle. The sound is quiet, yet it reverberates through Cayden’s ears nonetheless. 

The next few hours are spent looking for more cameras. By the time the sun begins to set in the sky, Cayden has found about forty cameras scattered across his apartment. He’s disgusted with the way the agency broke his boundaries so swiftly. Shaking his head in disbelief, Cayden stumbles through making a simple dinner for himself. When he’s done eating, he doesn’t bother to wash his dishes. Instead, he places them in the sink and walks back over to the table. Just as he’s about to leave the room, his eyes catch on something in the corner of the room. Somehow, Cayden missed the camera sitting towards the edge of the table, expertly hidden amongst the books and other knick knacks littered across the table. Cayden grins, an idea coming to mind. 

First, he gathers as much of his stuff as he can into two backpacks. It’s not much, admittedly- but it’ll do. Silverware is replaceable. His privacy, however, isn't. He can’t get that back. Cayden finishes throwing clothes and toiletries into his backpack before walking back into the living room. He grabs a few of the discarded cameras before walking into the dining room, holding them up to the camera that remains. Cayden isn’t quite sure if anyone is watching now, but he’s certain they will be soon enough. It’s this thought that spurs him to let the discarded cameras fall to the floor. He glares at the camera before walking towards it, making sure to adorn his face with a mischievous smirk before shattering it to pieces. 

After he has his moment of fun, Cayden leaves the apartment. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much more time to spend with petty dramatics. The agency will likely be on his tail within a few hours. Cayden shakes his head in disbelief, amazed at the turn the day’s events have taken. He throws his hood over his head and walks out into the street. For a brief moment, Cayden swears that he feels eyes on him. He dismisses the notion and walks resolutely down the street towards a new life.

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[dailycharacteroption]

Dandy (Ranger Archetype)

 No doubt readers have at least heard the term “dandy” at least in passing, calling the image of a nonchalant fellow in fancy clothes. But what is it that makes a dandy?

Historically, a dandy was a man who, despite not being noble-born or extremely wealthy, dressed and behaved as someone far above their station, peppered with a nonchalant charm. These individuals put a surprising amount of focus on their own appearances despite their lack of power, and used that persona to worm their way into high society. However, they did more than simply imitate high society, they actually influenced it, their extravagant dress setting fashion trends.

With their focus on their appearance and defiance of class and convention, dandies as a concept are still alive to this day, even if the term itself is no longer used. Trendsetters, celebrities, and cultural icons come to mind. Hell, though the term was used to refer to men, there are and were plenty of women that also filled a similar niche as well, to say nothing of other genders.

So with that in mind, why is the dandy a ranger archetype? To me, the parallel is drawn by how they work hard to stay at the forefront of high society as it develops and changes, hunting rumor and threads of social jockeying the way their contemporaries hunt game. Makeup becomes their camouflage, words and the occasional duelist’s rapier their weapon, and so on.

There are many ways to be a dandy as well, from the rugged but clean gentleman to the fop, and anywhere in between, but there is no denying that a good dandy keeps the next great social play and fashion trend in their sights, even, and especially if they have to go out and make them happen themselves.

 As one might expect, the dandy sports a skill set more attuned with the cutthroat world of high society, and that attunement goes further thanks to their extensive knowledge of a handful of cultures, including their social mores and decorum, to better work and live among the elite therein.

As social climbers, dandies have a knack for recognizing the power of hearsay, and are adept at shifting rumors to be more positive and negative, though doing so takes time, and is more difficult the more people they have to influence.

Naturally, they are very at home in the cities of the world, becoming especially adept within them.

Not one for exotic pets (at least, not ones as large and dangerous as animal companions tend to be), these socialites bond with their companions, and can even help them out in the social sphere by making introductions and smoothing over relations.

Rather than the traditional nature magic of the ranger class, dandies instead favor the magic associated with bards, which is not surprising given their overlapping focus. However, they still remain minor casters, unable of casting more powerful spells.

Though it may be hard to believe, there are sometimes situations where the dandy and their compatriots are NOT invited to social gatherings (gasp The Nerve!), but that doesn’t stop a determined socialite, whether they have to secure an invitation letter, find a socialite in need of a plus one, or simply find a servant willing to look the other way, dandies can find a way to crash a party, though this is obviously limited to actual social affair, with truly secretive exclusive meetings and gatherings requiring more… adventurous methods.

Interested in playing a ranger or martial socialite, but not wanting to play a bard? This archetype certainly has you covered, granting all sorts of bonuses in social spheres without compromising the offensive power of the class. You won’t get favored enemy though, so be sure to pick up some buff spells from the bard list as well. As for fighting style, a good idea would be to pick one based on the combat style favored by nobility and the wealthy in the character’s home region, such as deceptive or faithful (Cayden Caylien) for those feint and weapon finesse combatants with a rapier or other light weapon, and so on.

 Though this archetype might have the name dandy, you shouldn’t let that prevent you from using the word to describe your character if it fits, nor should that prevent you from playing a charismatic socialite in general. After all, there are plenty of classes and archetypes that cater to that as well anyway.

  Senjo the Rake is a rarity among the courts of the nation of Shen, a man who dares to reach beyond his station, and while nobody takes him seriously yet, they find him interesting enough to allow him to attend the imperial court. There is one who is not laughing, however, an imperial courtier and rokurokubi in disguise. Very soon, she will tire of his antics and threat to her plans.

 Many humans assume that halflings have no courts or noble parties, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Landed gentlemen and gentleladies attend humble but comparatively vibrant parties wearing brightly dyed fashions. Even the humbler folk get involved, eager to impress with hand-crafted outfits of their own.

 In a dress white as snow, the princess has attended the gala alongside the party as her trusted bodyguard, however, she chafes under such strict watch, and so does an eager young dandy who would love to hold her attention for a while.

[lexsssu]

𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌 (𝑹𝒂𝒛𝒐𝒓)

Ao3 ver.

The sound of rustling leaves.

The chatter of squirrels and other small animals.

A babbling brook and footfalls of hilichurls and mitachurls as they guarded their encampment near the body of water.

The smell of greenery, damp earth, and morning dew.

Such was the norm in the wilderness, especially within the Wolvendom where nature rules above all else.

A herd of wild boar grazed upon the grass, bellowing and snorting occasionally as they ate to their heart’s content, blissfully unaware of the several pairs of crimson eyes peering at them through the underbrush.

One particularly plump hog feasted on berries from the bush it stumbled upon which was far away from the rest of its herd, too distracted with the tart sweetness of the fruit as it chewed to notice its every move being watched until it was too late.

A dying screech echoes through the forest, sending birds and tiny critters scattering away in fright. The iron scent of blood fills the air, a testament to the successful hunt.

However, rather than a pack of four-legged predators or grown hunters, four little boys stood in front of the carcass instead. Draped in cloaks and cloth from the pelts of previous kills, each child sports an almost eerie set of ruby orbs which shone against the light and seemed to glow within the cover of dark. Grey mops of hair decorated their heads, reminiscent to that of their father’s own wild mane that had only gotten more unruly over the years.

Each of them held weapons whose sizes fit their current young builds, from daggers to a bow and arrows. It almost looked comical to see such weaponry on children, but the dead boar that lay at their feet and the blood that stained their equipment is evidence enough that they clearly know how to use them.

“...Good work, pups”

The gruff voice that came from a small distance away from them had each boy’s eyes lighting up, their expression changing from its serious disposition into one of excitement.

“Papa!Papa!Papa!Papa!” The quadruplets practically ran towards the tall, muscular scarred man who appeared from another part of the forest, seemingly turning from experienced hunters into the children they actually are.

Razor hadn’t changed much over the years aside from gaining more muscle as his body became taller and broader, receiving a few new scars, but otherwise there wasn’t really much change to him physically. It made him look more frightening to newcomers, but to his pack it only solidified his position as Alpha.

He’d been training his first litter of pups how to hunt for a few months now and this was their first hunt where he completely stayed at the sidelines, simply observing but otherwise leaving the whole hunt from tracking their prey up until the kill for them. Suffice to say, he isn’t disappointed by their progress.

“Your mother will be happy to make food with your kill,” He adds, patting each boy on the head before turning to their fresh dinner.

“Now, watch how I clean. Then we go back to the den right after.”

As the Electro-wielder began the tedious process of cutting up the carcass, his sons patiently observed from the sidelines, imbedding in their minds the invaluable teachings imparted on them.

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“Mama, we’re home!”

“And we got dinner!”

“Papa cut it up!”

“But we hunted it down!”

Hearing the various voices of your children, you look up from vegetables you’d been washing up to see your boys walking inside the little cottage located inside the expansive cave where the whole pack (including the wolves) resided. Sabre, Asher, Cayden, & Remus carried several kilos of meat each, nearly vibrating as they excitedly presented their kill to you like the prize it was.

“Pups did a good job today,” said Razor as he walked in after your youngest, Remus.

He carried more than half of the boar meat with him, considering that the beast could weigh from 75 up to 100 kilograms, too much for them to handle despite being sturdier and stronger than most children. It was nothing for him however, all too used to lugging around even bigger kills than this in order to provide for his whole pack.

“This warrants a celebration then! Why don’t you boys wash up first while I set up the grill? We can have an outdoor barbecue with everyone in the pack”

That was everything they needed to hear as they rushed towards the bathroom, leaving you at the kitchen with your husband.

“...They get that from your side of the family,” you tease, stepping on the tips of your toes to elevate yourself and give the grey-haired male a peck on his lips, receiving only a low whine in response at the short kiss.

“Oh, shush! There’ll be more of that later when we’re done with dinner. Now help me cut this up into smaller pieces so we can start with the barbecue soon”

Despite how comically large and fierce Razor looked and acted compared to you, he almost looked like an overgrown puppy when he asks for affection. Of course, he’s your overgrown puppy so it’s not like you can deny him anything at the end of the day.

[skyland2703]

NSFW prompts: 6+39; either GGPR post-Matt breakup, or Coinless, Bulk/Kim

This ended up being more fluffy than smutty ;D

I apologise for everything. The t*ckling was @cayden-grayson-mitchell's idea :D (the art is still takin a bit more time tho)

AO3

“My queen?” Farkas Bulkmeier winked at the Queen as she sat beside him on the bed.

There weren’t a lot of people who were allowed into the private bed chambers of the queen of the world. Fewer still, who were allowed to stay, and just one, who was allowed to spend the night.

After all, unlike the previous despot, she didn’t go around violating her sentries.

Kimberly Hart, formerly known as the Ranger Slayer, now only called Kim by her subjects and friends alike, was really nothing like the previous owner to the throne. She didn’t even want the throne… But with everything that had gone down, her friends thought it’d be for the best, if she, someone who had Power, someone people actually respected, would hold the throne down for simply the sake of maintaining order in the world.

“Heyy Bulk” she smiled at him tiredly, and he flashed her a toothy grin that lacked two of his front teeth.

“You knowwww you can start calling me Farkas sometime” he said, sliding closer to her. She turned her head to look at her, and tilted it sideways, “I’m kinda used to Bulk” she said, but then paused and considered, “buuuut Farkas sounds much much cuter...” she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

His rough facial hair brushed against her soft skin, as they kissed, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pushing her back, so she now lay flat on the bed, and got on top of her in a push-up position, still kissing her passionately. Her lips opened to let him enter, moaned softly, feeling his hands caress her waist, toying around with the waistline of her pants.

His kisses then started trailing down, as did his fingers, sliding under the hem of her shirt, moving upwards towards her brassiere, while his lips sucked on her neck, loving the feel of her slim body squirm under his much bulkier one.

“Aww” she she moaned, “Baby, Farkas, baby… I’m too tired” she looked at him with puppy dog eyes, and he let go of her neck, his fingers still wandering about in her upper body.

He chuckled, “It’s okay, my queen” he winked, and nuzzled her, “let’s just play a little. I’m not gonna tire you out” and with that he turned them around so she was on top, and she let out a hearty laugh, and straddled him, “what do you mean by play?”

“I don’t knowwww” he looked here and there, playfully teasing her, “anything that can… you know… relieve your stress” he started massaging her back with his experienced fingers, and she felt pleasure emanating from her backbone, as the knots in her spine, and with them the stress that she had been carrying around, was released.

Being responsible for such a large population, on one had was full of gratification, of being able to bring a change, a prospect of relieving them of their stress and worries, but on the other hand, just as intensely stressful. She hadn’t had a decent amount of time for relaxation in a long, long while. And she had only been ruling for three weeks (It did seem like three decades, but whatever) and with Bulk gone for some coinless work of surveying the area for more Dr*kkon Fortifications, she had found herself a tad lonely.

Earlier that morning, when he had returned, victorious, having freed yet another prison-full of Dr*kkon’s enemies, all pledging allegiance to the Queen, she had just leapt up to hug him in the throne room. She didn’t mind looking human in front of her subjects. If they saw her for what her friends saw her, just another girl, someone like them, someone who would understand them, they’d also co-operate with her. It was yet another thing that she wanted to do, which was different from what Dr*kkon had aspired.

Dr*kkon had built this entire fortress, where she now lived, and had it’s access restricted to a selected few, all to, simply put the idea in everyone’s minds, that he was above them, and that being close to him brought special privileges. It was all part of his God Complex. Not a lot of people understood it, but whatever Dr*kkon did, was not just to reinforce this idea in the minds of his people, but his own. He needed a large number of people saluting him and praising him like their god, to make him, himself believe that he was more powerful than them, and that he was something special.

Kim was nothing like that. She had friends who had seen her at her most vulnerable, and cared for her, and those were not her weaknesses, they were her strengths. Those people were all here for her, and would even give their lives for her, willingly. Because they knew their sacrifices won’t be in vain. Kim had even opened the fortress to house her and the chinless’s entire armies. Everything that Dr*kkon had been, Kim was actively trying not to be.

Of course that was the exact opposite of when it came to intimate moments between her and the one man she now loved. Unlike Dr*kkon, she didn’t need to exploit her sentries to show her superiority over them.

Bulk’s massages were as good as they got, though, and Kim felt all thought flee her mind, as she sunk into a state of delirium that could only be paralleled by the pleasure due to an orgasm.

“Feeling better?” He winked, and then turned them around, (she really liked how he could turn her around and toss her into the air, or reversely into the bed like she was absolutely weightless.)

“Hehe yeah” she giggled, something that was very unlike her, but she couldn’t help it, and brought him down to kiss him, “But I still don’t wanna—“ he didn’t let her finish, instead shushing her with a “I don’t need to be inside you to make you feel good” he said, pulling her tank top off anyway, but instead of going for her pants next, he traced his fingers softly over her skin, and then, without warning… he started tickling her.

Kim took a minute to understand what was actually happening, but her eyes grew wide, as she felt the tickles, and she knew she wasn’t even that ticklish, but with Bulk’s expertise, she couldn’t help it, and closing her eyes, arching her back, she burst into fits of laughter all the while Bulk, gleaming evilly, continued to tickle torture her. It took less than a couple minutes to have her constantly trying to curl in on herself so that she could avoid Bulk’s tickly fingers. She squealed and squirmed around some more, her face was bright red and her eyes watering. "PLEHEHEHE -- FAAARRKKAAAASSSSS!! IHIHIHIHI -- IHIHIM NOHOHOT EHEHENJOHOHOYING THIHIHIS!"

Kim desperately wished she had a pillow to hide her face with. She settled for her hands instead, but quickly had to bring them down again when Bulk began tickling a little harder.

“Ehehehehehehe! Quihihihihihit it alreadyehehehehehe!”

Bulk shook his head, keeping up his gentle attack for a few more moments. Finally he slowed to a stop and kissed Kim again. “Feeling better now?”

“Hehehe…y-yeah,” Kim admitted, blushing.

“All stress gone?”

Kim flexed her neck, followed by her shoulders, then her waist, and finally her legs, as if checking if every part was in order. Finally, satisfied, she chuckled, “Now… it’s my turn to repay the favour!” She turned them around and pulling off Bulk’s shirt.

[sw124]

Ambrosia

[Reader is Female, for the record there is a rare phenomenon known as Golden Blood where a individual is RHnull having no RH factor which means they have no - or + in their blood. For more information please research it further on your preferred method. This is an Undertale original Vampire AU done by @taytay2656 ]

Here you were, standing in the lions den. The lion in question was staring you down, sizing you up. Lord Xyrus, owner of this lovely castle and noble of the area. You came here looking for work, knowing full-well that this was not the place for you...but you didn’t have much choice.

It was either this or return to your home and be forced into a political marriage to a man who would turn you into another trinket in his growing harem of ‘brides’ so to speak. You did everything in your power to look like a peasant girl, giving away your clothes, bartering for any scraps of clothing and even rolling in dirt. Well it worked, by the time you go there you looked like some vagabond tossed out of their home.

Now here you were asking for help... before a person you knew would be dangerous...especially if he found out your secret. You flinched as he stood up and walked around you, you held your breath as he took his seat again.

“Well you seem to be in good health, you’ll be put to work outside on the grounds. Do well and you may work your way up to being a maid in the house...or be apart of my...nobles.”

He smirked at you, you cursed your face...your mother always told you that you were born with a ‘youthful’ face. Round and cute, you shook your head and bowed to him.

“I will do my best out on the grounds my lord, I promise not to be a disappointment to you.”

He gave you a stern nod and lead you outside, he introduced you to a senior member of the groundskeepers. He was a tall, older man but had such a welcoming smile, his name was Arthur and he took you under his wing. You didn’t have much trouble adapting really, true you were born into nobility you snuck away to help the maids and servants with chores as a way to pass the time. Your favorite thing to do was go outside in the garden an help tend to the flower beds and vegetable patches.

You felt truly at ease here, yes it was dangerous to be in the presents of Lord Xyrus but you’d take this over being a harem girl any day.

.....But this ease would not last long...

[six months later]

It was one particularly nice day that you were outside, one of the workers...a young girl came running up and telling you the lord wished to see you. You waisted no time stepping down off the ladder with your basket of apples, handing them to the girl you made your way to the castle where Lord Xyrus was waiting.

“Ah, there you are. I need you to do me a special chore, my brother who lives up the way needs his home cleaned and since I can’t spare any of my indoor servants at the moment an you seem to be the most...studious you seem to be the most qualified for this.”

You tilted your head, he had plenty enough servants to spare...but then again it was best not to argue. You nodded and listened closely to his instructions on where to find his home. You listened carefully and headed off into the woods.

Odd that the two don’t live together given their family but then again sometimes family are better living their own lives. The path towards the home spiraled through the woods, you didn’t mind really. It was so nice to see the beauty of the woods here, for a moment you stopped, extend your arms and breathed in the luscious air of the woods.....

That was a mistake...

The wind was knocked out of you when arms wrapped around your midsection, next thing was the sharp prick of teeth sinking into your skin. You got a look at your attacker, his burnt umber kimono slowly staining with your blood. You noted he was rather large frame...that and you were practically lifted off the ground into his hold. You could feel his tongue dig into the muscles, ripping them to produce more blood, he took flesh that was for sure. Yes he got a taste of your blood...and he wasn’t letting go any time soon.

“.......Are you done yet?” You groaned, folding your arms across your chest.

You felt him jump a little as he let you go, you fell flat on your butt. You turned and glared at him but it faded when you saw his...scared expression. Slowly you stood up, slightly dizzy from the loss of blood but it was slowly coming back. Along with your wound closing up.

“Next time don’t drop me, you must be the masters brother. He didn’t give me your name so mind telling it to me?”

He didn’t answer...he just stared....you stared back and sighed. You looked around and just barely through the tree’s you spotted a small cottage, probably his home. You turned to him, took his hand and started pulling him towards the cottage in question. He needed to clean up and so did you...funny he didn’t resist.

“Well I suppose we can get you cleaned up and we can do introductions then hm?”

You weren’t sure what to say, poor thing looked lost...alright sure he just tried to kill you but you just survived his attack. That probably not only surprised him but scared him, the cottage inside was small but it felt like you stepped into the story book.

The floors inside were lined with tatami mats, there was a cute little square filled with sand and a fire going in it. There was a line from the top of the ceiling holding a pot, a nice place to cook a stew. There was a smaller room where a futon mat was laid out for sleep, you doubted he slept much but it was still nice. There were scrolls and books on shelves about.

This place was truly a little slice of heaven, if things were different you would have loved to live here...even if you had to live with someone who just tried to take half of your neck off. You walked to the little washbasin in the corner of the room, it was half filled with water. Taking up a rag you dipped it in the water and walked over to him, he backed away when you came close.

“Now don’t be difficult, your brother Xyrus sent me to take care of things around here an my guess is also take care of you. So be still please, if you leave blood sitting on your face it’ll get sticky.” You managed to get pull him close and dabbed his stained mouth clean.

Once he was clean you washed off around your neck, you poured some water into the washbasin and let the rag soak. You went to the smaller room and proceeded to look for a clean kimono to change your....right you didn’t know his name.

“Whats your name please, I need to call you something.”

“C-Cayden!” He practically hiccuped his name, you almost giggled at it but kept your composure.

“Very good then, come here master Cayden I got a clean kimono for you. Please change an I’ll go wash that one, don’t want it staining.”

In a daze he took the kimono, walked into the smaller room and proceeded to change, you waited till he came out. Seems all his kimonos had the same color, orange. You took his sullied kimono and headed outside, just a few steps away was a stream. Kneeling you began washing and scrubbing the kimono clean of your blood. You heard him come up behind you, he knelt down beside you.

“Y-you shouldn’t be at my home, does my brother know about you?!” You couldn’t miss the waver in his tone.

“No your brother doesn’t know, doubt if he did he’d send me to you. An if your referring to my blood...I took great measures to make sure no one found out about my blood, golden blood isn’t exactly something you want others to know about.” You smiled at him and patted his head, he was so sweet.

“Well...when your finished with that we must head back to his castle, my brother would be very cross with me if I kept you.”

That made you sad, you kinda hoped you’d stay and be ‘his’ servant but its not like you had a choice, you were obligated to obey.

“Alright master Cayden, as you wish...if its not too much trouble do you have a cloak or anything I could wear. Don’t wanna walk into his home covered in blood, might scare the others.”

He nodded and ran back to his cottage, by the time he got back you were just hanging his kimono on tree branch to dry in the sun. It was adorable how he put it over you and fastened the clasped around the front. He took you by your hand and swiftly lead you down a carved path towards the castle, if you knew this was here it would have made the trek to the cottage easier...but you digressed. The sun was starting to set by the time you reached the castle, you barely stepped foot into the castle grounds when you saw master Xyrus.

He was damn near running towards the both of you, you were tempted to hide but then why? You didn’t do anything wrong, in a blink he was before you tearing the cloak from you. He gripped the part of your clothes that were still stained with blood, he inhaled and turned to you. Eyes widening, you could have sword you saw a glint of saliva forming in the corner of his mouth...

“Inside...please.” He whispered to you as he fixed the cloak back on you.

Doing as you were told you walked back in, looking back to be sure Cayden wasn’t getting yelled at. But instead Xyrus was simply patting his brother’s arm and sending him on his way, thats good at least there wasn’t bad feelings between the two. You were careful to avoid the maids and servants around, just because your clothes were covered didn’t mean they couldn’t smell your blood. Finally you reached master Xyrus’ quarters, you closed the door and were about to sit down before it opened again, the master stepping inside.

He closed and locked the door, again the cloak torn from you. His arm swiftly wrapped around you and pulled you into an embrace, his fangs the color of ocean pearls gingerly pierced your flesh. Compared to Cayden it was a change, to steady yourself you held on to him. This did feel a lot less painful, after a moment he pulled his head away. Kissing the mark he left, already starting to heal.

“Hmm yes...to think I had you in my possession and never knew.” He purred, he cradled the back of your head as he tilted it forward.

“You’ll live among my nobles from now on, on top of that I think I’ll give you a name.”

You blinked at him. “An..what name is that?”

You watched as a Cheshire grin formed on his face as he leaned in to your neck.

“Ambrosia...” he hissly moaned as he again pressed his fangs into you..for another drink.

End, more to come if you wish to have more.

[junkercrush]

Yo! Can I request junkrat being oblivious to his feelings with an equally oblivious crush?

Yes, you may! Here you go!

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“Oblivious” 

Junkrat x Reader (I’m guessing female?)

Rating: SFW

Words: 3,303

You’re finally caught up with work, and Junkrat was coming over. Nothing special, just a hangout.

“Aw, crap.” You groaned as the scent of burnt popcorn hit your nose. You ran to the kitchen and popped open the microwave. Thank goodness the popcorn bag wasn’t on fire (this time). You threw the darker pieces in the trash and poured the rest into a huge party bowl.

You skipped excitedly to the living room where you were preparing for Junkrat’s arrival. Tonight, you and Rat were going to watch horror films until the crack of dawn. You turned on the TV and reviewed your horror playlist. It was filled with frightening titles featuring vampires, ghouls, and zomnics. Junkrat might love the zomnic one, even though he can’t stand Omnics in real life.

You peered at the clock hanging on the wall over your TV—6:23 pm. You moaned with impatience. “Where the hell is he?” You asked aloud.

The pizza guy with the four extra-large pizzas you ordered was supposed to arrive 45 minutes ago. You could nibble on some popcorn as you waited, but you wanted to save it for your horrorfest. Your stomach growled. Perhaps one small bite---

Ding dong!

Was that the pizza guy or Rat? You set the popcorn aside and rushed to the door. Wait, the pizza money! You checked your pockets and pulled out two $20 bills. The pizza guy could keep the change.

You opened the door, and a blue light zipped past you. “Hello, hello!” Tracer chirped.

“Tracer,” You sighed. “The hell are you doing here? I thought you were out on a mission.”

Tracer was already munching on your popcorn in the living room. “Nope, false alarm. What are you doing?”

Tracer turns to the TV you left on with your horror movies. “Oooh, movie night! I’m game!”

“Uh no, actually—”

“Am I  interrupting something?”

“Not really—”

“ ‘Not really?’ Sounds suspicious to me.” Tracer’s eyes lit up. “Are you waiting on your date?”

“No! It’s just Rat and me. We’re having a movie night.”

Tracer stares at you with a sly grin. You only roll your eyes at her. “God, Lena, it’s not like that!”

“Are you sure? You two have been ‘hanging out’ for a while.”

Tracer zips around your living room, checking under your furniture and peeking behind your hanging picture frames.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Searching for surprises. I know you’re hiding condoms and your kinky toys around here somewhere.”

You playfully whacked Tracer with a couch pillow. “Get out.” You ordered.

“Aw, c’mon!” Tracer groaned. “Let me hang out with you guys on your date. I  don’t mind. I want to see ‘Attack of the Living Zomnics’ too.”

“For heaven’s sake, it’s not a damn date!” You laughed. “Rat is not into me like that. Just friends. It’s been like that for years.”

Tracer crossed her arms. “Remember when you caught him ogling at you at Lucio’s pool party?”

You traced your memories back to last week. You hated parties, especially the kind where you got wet. But it was Lucio’s party, and you liked his music.

You came out in a shockingly fitting bathing suit Tracer bought for you just for the occasion. You didn’t care about the guys looking at you. You were shocked to see Junkrat there. He was in the swimming pool sitting on top of a huge inflatable duck. His mouth was slightly open, eyes straight at you.

You remembered asking him to go to the party with you, but he made an excuse that he was sick. There he was, staring at you like you were God just descended down from heaven. 

You two got together later and ended up playing pool volleyball with some random partygoers. Junkrat was very touchy that night. You were used to it, he was that way with everyone. But that time was different, way different. 

The image of Rat’s lean, wet body lasted in your mind for a week. You weren’t going to tell anybody about that, especially Tracer.

“Yeah,” You said, coming back to the present. “No big deal.”

Tracer slumped her head down and let out a heavy sigh. “C’mon, you can’t tell me the signs between you two aren’t right there!”

“Looks like somebody’s has been watching too many chick flicks.”

The doorbell rang again. Before Tracer could say anything else, you paced to the door and peered through your door’s peephole. Finally, the pizza man.

“Sorry, miss,” The skinny, freckled face delivery boy apologized as you opened the door. “There was a bunch of traffic—”

You shoved the money to his face and took the pizza boxes from him. “Glad you made it. Thank you so much! Keep the change.” You blurted and waved at him. The boy counted the money.

“Sweet, thanks!” He scurried to his run-down rusty car and sped off.

“Mmmm, I smell pepperoni.” You heard Tracer from the house.

You closed the door and placed the pizza boxes in the kitchen. The cheesy aroma goodness traveled up your nose and made your stomach rumble with anticipation. Man, Junkrat better hurry up before you ate all this pizza yourself! 

Tracer arrives and opens a box. “Mmm,” She hums. “Extra large too.”

You glared at her. “Don’t you take a single bite.” You warned her.

Tracer only smiled. “Oh, you’re right. We have to wait before the love of your life arrives.”

You reached for her, and she teleported to the kitchen entrance with a giggle. “I’ll leave your little get together when you guys start snogging.” She said, taking a bite of a gooey cheese pizza slice.

“Hey!” You shouted. The doorbell rings again. You froze. Tracer’s smile grew wider.

“I’ll get it!” Tracer zipped to the front door.

“No!” You shouted.

Junkrat was let in before you could protest further. He was oddly clean today, except his hair was covered in ash. He wore a fresh tank top and some (unripped) cargo shorts. He definitely smelt like he was forced into a flowery-scented bath. The rose and lavender scents slowly filled the room.

“H-hey!” Your voice quivered.

“Hey, I heard some yelling while I was outside,” Junkrat said. “Everything alright?”

You glared at Tracer again. She only shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t know anything.

“Everything’s fine.” You sighed. “Just fooling around.”

“Hey!” Someone barked outside your door. Roadhog entered. He looked like he just rode out of hell. He was smoking, covered in soot, and his mask all beat up. You rushed over to him.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” You asked Hog. The Junkers exchanged glances and laughed.

“We just robbed a bank,” Junkrat answered.

“And I wanted to keep him clean.” Hog added. “Knew he was going to see you tonight.”

Tracer grinned. “I knew this was a date.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Junkrat asked her.

“Admit it, Rat!”

Junkrat shot you a confused glance. You only shook your head. “I don’t know what’s going on.” You sighed. “She’s gone nuts.”   Roadhog patted Junkrat’s shoulder. “I’m off. The police may find us here. I’ll distract them.”

Junkrat shot him a thumbs up. “Good call, mate.”   “I’m going to get some ice cream too.” Hog continued.

Tracer appeared in front of Hog in a hot second. “Can I come?” She asked him.   Police sirens blared in the distance. Hog threw Tracer over his shoulder and marched out of your house. “Sure, let’s go!” He huffed.   Perfect, she was finally gone. “Bye!” You waved with a great smile. You and Junkrat watched as Roadhog strapped Tracer into the passenger wagon of his motorcycle and zoomed off.   “Finally.” You sighed, walking back to the living room. “I got pizza and popcorn ready for us. Which movie do you want to see---” You turned to Junkrat and froze. He held out a bouquet of daisies for you. Looking at the roots, it seems he pulled them out of the ground somewhere.    “What’s this?” You asked.   “A gift for you,” Junkrat answered. “Found them in some bloke’s yard.”   Tracer’s stupid smirk popped in your mind. If she was still here, she would’ve flipped. You cleared your throat. “That’s nice of you. Thanks!”   You took the daisies into the kitchen and placed them in a vase filled with water. Junkrat followed you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his eyes kept shifting at you then down at the floor like he was afraid to ask you something.    “Do you want to see Blood Sucker Junkers first or Junkenstein’s Revenge 2?” You asked. Junkrat scratched his head.   “Actually, I changed my mind about our movie night.” He said.    “Oh?”   “I want to take you to the beach. Heard it was going to be really nice this evening.”   You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t see why not.” You said.   Junkrat grinned. “We’ll take the food with us. Feed the popcorn to the seagulls.”   You laughed. “Don’t blow them up!”   Junkrat raised his hands in mock guiltiness. “Oi, have you ever tried fried seagull? Delicious!”   “No thanks. I prefer chicken.”   “You don’t know what you’re missing, mate. You need to live a little more.”   *~*~*

Rent on your place can be a bitch on your wallet, but having only to walk a few minutes to the beach was worth the money.   You and Junkrat arrived at the beach at sunset. People were already lingering away from the calm, blue waters to the parking lot. One frustrated mother was dragging her screaming child, who clearly didn’t want to leave. The little boy yanked his arm away from his mother’s grip and fell out on the ground, kicking sand up in the air.   “Nooo!” The boy shrieked. “I have to finish my sandcastle!” He pointed to the sandcastle decorated with seashells, sticks, and seaweed. The boy’s mother only huffed and placed her tightened fists on her hips.   “We have to go, Cayden, or no ice cream!” The mother warned. The boy’s tantrum stopped immediately.   “Ice cream?” Cayden asked.   “Yes.”   The boy ran past his mother to the parking lot for his parent’s car. The mother chased after him. You watched the sandcastle as a colossal wave smashed it into nothingness. Good thing little Cayden didn’t see that.   “Man, that boy can scream!” Junkrat chuckled behind you. He was lying on his stomach on a beach towel eating out of his second pizza box.   “Hey!” You closed the box. “Save some for me!”   “But I didn’t get to eat all day.” Junkrat moaned, looking up at you with pitiful eyes. “I’m starving!”   Junkrat opened the pizza box and nibbled on a large pepperoni slice. “Hmm, crunchy.”   You eyed him questionably. “Crunchy?”   Junkrat giggles. “I think I got some sand topping on my pizza.”   You laughed. “That’s what you get!”   A beach couple walked past you two, holding hands. They looked like they literally lived in the gym and the tanning salon. They parked their beach towel not too far from where you were sitting and started watching the sunset together. The beach body boyfriend had his hand right on his girlfriend’s ass, playing with her g-string thong. You rolled your eyes and returned to chewing your pizza slice.   “Oi,” Junkrat called out to the couple. “Get a room!”   You didn’t know why the couple bothered Junkrat so, but it was funny until he pulled out a small cherry bomb from his pocket.   “Junkrat, no!” You hissed, taking the bomb from his hand before he lit the fuse.   “What?” Junkrat looked completely innocent. “I was just going to scare them. Not blow them up!”   “Let them be.” You muttered. You turned back to the couple, and they were already making out. For real?   Luckily, a huge wave came ashore and hit the couple. The girlfriend screamed.   “My hair!” The bikini goddess yelped. You could only snicker. Why the hell was she there if she didn’t want her long, blonde luscious locks wet?   The couple glanced your way then moved further out from the rushing waters. Junkrat sighed with relief.   “Thank God,” Junkrat said. “They were ruining our spot.”   You turned to him. “Ours?”   Junkrat gently grabbed your face with his prosthetic hand and turned you toward the glowing sunset. It was a splash of red, yellow, and orange in front of the purple clouds. It was perfect, just perfect.   Seagulls circled the skies, searching for fish to pick up for the late evening dinner. A line of dolphin fins peeked out of the water. You gasped at the sight and pointed at the sea. “Junkrat, did you see that?”   “I did!”   You jumped as you realized Junkrat was sitting right beside you, still chewing on pizza.   “I don’t understand why Tracer thinks we’re dating.” He continued.   You shook your head. “I don’t know, man.”   Junkrat turned to you, a cheese string hanging from his mouth. “Is this dating? I just gave you flowers because I know you like them.”   You threw your arm around Junkrat’s shoulder. The first stars appeared as the sun slowly descended into the ocean.   “This is the best place to look at the stars.” He said.   You smiled. “You’ve been here before?” You asked. Junkrat only grinned.   A man’s loud cough made you jump. You turned to a couple sitting on the bench watching the sea. A huge man and a tiny man garbed in fishermen’s gear with sunglasses. Looks like they were taking a break from their fishing. You felt weird vibes from their presence.   “I like you,” Junkrat said. “I mean it.”   You stared at him. “I like you too. You’re a good friend.”   Junkrat shook his head. “No, no, no. I meant—”   “Daddy, look!” A little girl shouted behind you. A little girl and her family stepped off the boardwalk into the beach. More and more people steadily approached around you and Rat, pointing at the skies and planting their beach chairs on the cool sand.   “Daddy, look, look, look, LOOK!” The same little girl shouted.   “I see, I see, sweetie!” The exhausted father replied.   The sky was nearly covered with shooting stars. Your mouth dropped with amazement. “Oh my God,” You gasped. “I almost forgot about this.”   You remembered last week you were watching the news with Junkrat when an anchorwoman announced a meteor shower was coming up. The beach was the best place to see anything up in the skies, whether it be the stars, an aerial hostile Omnic invasion, or UFOS.   “I remembered,” Junkrat said, tapping your nose.   You smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks. You shyly turned away from Rat. Geez, why were you acting like a timid schoolgirl with a crush on him now?    “Remember the time we went out to King’s Row?” Junkrat asked.   “Yeah.” You recalled. You remembered it like it was yesterday.   After bringing in a British TALON spy into custody, you, Junkrat, Tracer, and Roadhog all went out for drinks as a celebration. Roadhog and Tracer returned to their hotel rooms early. At the same time, you and Rat explored London seeing Big Ben, visiting Piccadilly Circus, and almost getting regrettable matching tattoos.   “Remember Junkertown?” Junkrat continued.   “Yep.”   “South Korea? Brazil? Paris?”   “Yep, yep, and yep.”   “Were we dating back then?”   You and Rat would often take on week-long trips together. Just the two of you. Whoever asked where you all were going, you quickly responded it was a mission. Really, you just liked being around each other. You didn’t know why, but you just did.   “Maybe we are dating.” You admitted. Your heart rate increased after your confession. You opened your mouth to say something else, but a sudden pang of fear stopped you.   Junkrat only stared at you, a genuine smile slowly forming on his face. He leaned closer to your face, and you immediately backed away.   “You want to get some snow cones?” You asked, breaking the moment. “I know a place nearby. It’s not too far from here.”   Junkrat turned to the empty pizza boxes and patted his stomach. “A dessert sounds nice.” He said.   You two gathered up your beach towels and trash and walked away from the beach, leaving the crowd still watching the meteor shower. You glanced over at the bench where the mysterious fishermen were sitting. They were gone. You had a strange feeling you knew them from somewhere.   *~*~*

An hour later, you and Junkrat finally received your snow cones after a terribly long line at the snow cone hut. Only two people were working at the stand.   “Finally!” Junkrat sighed as he stabbed his blueberry snow cone with a spoon. “That took longer than I expected.”   “Yeah, seriously.” You replied.   With no warning, Junkrat stole a scoop of your cherry snow cone. “Mine!” He shouted.   “Hey!”   You reached for his cone with your spoon, but he moved it out of the way. “Ha! Missed!” Junkrat shouted. He leaned forward and surprised you with a kiss. Both of you stared at each other in shock afterward. “Uh, whoops, sorry about that, mate.” He giggled nervously.   You licked your lips, tasting the artificial cherry/blueberry flavor. “It’s all right,” You said as you set your cup down and grabbed the back of Junkrat’s head. “Fuck it!”   You crushed his lips with a long, savory kiss.   “Daddy, look. The pretty one is kissing that strange, ugly man!” The little girl from the beach pointed at you. You jerked away from Junkrat and laughed.   The beach father rushed over and scooped the child up to his arms. “Shh, that’s not nice!” He said. “We don’t talk about people that way.”   The little girl looked back at you as she was taken away. “But Daddy, he’s weird! Look at his funny hair!”   “Be quiet, and you eat your snow cone!” The father hissed.   Junkrat ran his fingers through his half-burnt hair. “Me hair’s funny?” He turned to you. “It’s not that bad, is it?”   You pecked him on the cheek. “You’re absolutely fine.” You said. Junkrat pulled you closer to him and buried his face into your neck.   “Mmm, I love you (Y/N).” He said.   You blushed. “Yeah, me too.”   “AH HA!”   The fishermen from the beach burst out of the bushes, scaring a couple of beachgoers.   “What the fuck!?” One tan man holding two snow cones yelped. One cone accidentally fell to the ground. “Fuck!” The man groaned.   “Oh, sod off.” The tiny fisherman said to the man.   “Um, do I know you?” You asked the fishermen. They removed their sunglasses, and you instantly recognized them.   “Tracer? Roadhog?! So you’ve been spying on us this whole time?” You frowned.   Roadhog pointed at Tracer. “It was her idea. I just wanted some ice cream.”   Tracer clicked her teeth. “Ah, ah, ah! You brought up the idea as we were eating ice cream.”   “Did not!” Hog barked back.   “Enough!” You shouted. Junkrat only laughed.   “Sorry we spied on you.” Roadhog apologized, twiddling his fingers with his massive feet turned inwards. You scoffed.   “Hog, it’s okay.” You assured the Maori giant. “I’m just startled.”   “I’m not surprised,” Junkrat said. “I knew you two were watching us back at the beach.”   You stared at Junkrat. “You knew?! And you didn’t tell me!?”   “Love, if I did, I wouldn’t have had the chance to kiss ya!” Junkrat wiggled his eyebrows.   “Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes.   Tracer pulled out her smartphone. “Smile for the birdy, would you? I want to capture the moment King Junkrat and Queen (Y/N) have finally reunited.”   You smiled and threw your snow cone at her.   “Hey!” Tracer cried.   The picture caught your snow cone flying towards her direction. Your face in the frame half-covered by the flying dessert while Junkrat had his lips planted on your cheek. A blurry Roadhog hand hovered over you two.

THE END

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