#basically got the hat PERFECTLY onto him

[sailorhyp]

up late thinking about how for me and my boyfriends 2nd anniversary, he set up a whole 'party' just for the two of us

and one of the things he had planned for me to do was..

PIN NICK'S HAT ON HIM

so safe to say, i am still obsessed with this

[kinda-indecisive]

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⋆ Face Kisses pt. III⋆ .˳⁺˚ ⋆･˳

Basically how I imagine their reactions to an onslaught of face kisses from you (MC). MC worries about Caleb. A LOT.

Part 3: The Caleb Edition!

+:★:+* *+:★:+* +:★:+━━━+:★:+━━━+:★:+* *+:★+:★:+* *+:★

Caleb 

Caleb is being stretched thin.

Between his work in the Fleet and his insistence on keeping his engagements with you despite you insisting it’s all right if he cancels, you can tell he’s wearing himself thin by the way he comes home and sighs, sinking into the couch while still completely in uniform—hat, boots, and all.

Watching him from your position across the room, you perk up when you hear him murmur without so much as opening his eyes, “You’re staring very hard right now. Have I got something on my face?”

“No,” you snort, turning away and adding, “You look like you got hit by a bus, but your suit somehow stayed nice and crisp in the process.”

He snorts, then opens his eyes. He looks at you and even though you have the broad distance of the living room between you two, you swear you can feel his gaze on you just as intensely as he had probably felt your own.

“Now you’re staring,” you mumble, picking up your phone to distract yourself. You hear him chuckle tiredly and when you peek up at him, he’s closed his eyes again, “Are you hungry?”

He hums in response, then, “I’ll get up to cook in a minute. Actually, that reminds me that I was supposed to order some groceries to be sent over before I got home.”

He sounds exhausted as he brings his arm over his face in a frustrated manner, probably annoyed with himself for having forgotten something so simple. Sliding off your stool, you wander up to him and lift his arm. You notice his furrowed brow for only a second, revealing to you just how frustrated he is, just before he forces himself to lighten up for your sake.

Sometimes you wish Caleb wouldn’t put on an act for you. It has to be even more exhausting for him, keeping it all buried inside. For once, it’d be nice to be the reassuring one.

“I’ll order some takeout for tonight,” you start, keeping your voice light, “And we can order the groceries tomorrow morning. I’ll be able to stay here during the day and wait for them, so you don’t have to worry about any lettuce getting wilted or anything.”

“I promised you a homecooked meal tonight,” he sighs, sounding more than a little disappointed in himself.

“And you also promised several other things to several other people this week, by the look of you,” you tease, gently poking his cheek. He grabs your hand before you can poke him again and you snicker, “You also promised me that you aren’t leaving me again. That means we have all the time in the world for you to make me a homecooked dinner. Tonight you should rest.”

“I’m fine. Let me just—”

He starts to stand when you swiftly drop yourself into his lap, which is enough of a surprise attack to knock the already tired colonel back onto his butt.

“Are you listening to me?” you glare down at him as he looks up at you, alarm painting the edges of his purple eyes, “You’re always up and moving. You fret and you worry and you never give me a single second to take care of you like you take care of me. You’ve got me spoiled and I appreciate that more than you know. But why don’t you ever let me spoil you back?”

“I hear you, pip-squeak, but I’m telling you that I’m perfectly alright. I’ve just overworked myself a little these last few weeks.”

“A little?” you scoff, shaking your hand out of his grasp to grab ahold of his face and lean in closer, “You’ve got bags under your eyes, Caleb.”

He reaches up as if to take your hands off his face and you lean in before he can, bringing your lips to his cheekbone, just under those eye bags you’d been scrutinizing. He freezes at the sudden touch of your lips on his skin and you don’t hesitate, continuing to place kiss after kiss after kiss. And, finally, you seem to get the effect you want out of him, as his eyes flutter shut and he slowly sinks heavily into the cushion he sits on.

You intentionally end with a quick peck on the lips and then lean back. Slowly, his eyes open again. His guard is all but shattered and his look is sheepish as his head tilts to look up at you, his cap tipping and toppling off the couch behind him.

“Feel better?”

“Like a million bucks,” he breathes.

“What you’re going to do now is change out of this uniform and put on something super comfy. Then you’re gonna return to this couch and not get up again until I tell you to, alright?”

He cocks his head slightly, the black-hole intensity of his attention trying to swallow you whole, before he breaks into a soft smile. Chuckling, he responds, “Message received, pips, loud and clear.”

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I am officially all caught up with Caleb scenarios!! I'm hoping now that I got this one done, that the next ones can be pure fluff. It's just so hard for me to write pure fluff for Caleb because I'm literally so concerned for him all of the time. This man stresses me out! 😭

taglist❤: @fallthelong

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST

[forsaken-headcanons]

Since 007n7's lore seems to be getting a rewrite (the actual 007n7 is helping! A!) I would like to throw my hat in the ring, as I've had an interesting concept hit my brain.

At first, 007n7 was just an average person, just with some shifty connections. He worked at Builder Brothers and was good friends with Elliott. He got his paycheck at the end of every week, and was a hard enough worker he earned several bonuses. He lived alone, and had a mostly comfortable life. Sure he had to cut corners to make ends meet once in a while, but who didn't skip a meal every now and again?

He and Noli were friends in college, and Noli highly encouraged him to take up hacking and/or join his group (which was rapidly transforming into a cult,) but there was no pressure. 007n7 refused every offer - he was perfectly happy the way he was. Noli, while extremely disappointed, accepted his refusal, while reminding Seven that he could always call him up for a favor, big or small. They would chat every once in a while, and Seven wouldn't report Noli to the mods. Life was good.

Then that little red pillbaby got left at his doorstep. At first, 007n7 tried to give the little guy to the foster care system, because he didn't think he had what it took to be a single father. But one night, he had a nightmare of the baby looking hurt and scared, reaching for him with tears in his eyes. That did it for Seven - he adopted c00lkidd outright the very next day. And he never regretted it.

But as c00lkidd grew, 007n7 found it exponentially harder to take care of the both of them. He took on more hours. He got another job. He tried to homeschool c00lkidd in his free time. They moved into a smaller house. He got another job. He got more hours. He skipped more meals in favor of feeding c00lkidd. He got his cousin to watch the house. They moved in with 007e7. He didn't sleep. E took on extra hours at his job.

It wasn't enough.

Seven called Noli. Noli taught him the basics. He started teleporting to work. He used different glitches to boost his efficiency. His mind locked onto coding easily, and he started developing the c00lGUI. He tried to get a more tech-focused job but was rejected. He used clones to work all his jobs at once.

It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

He realized he wasn't really valuable to these people.

He realized c00lkidd wasn't valuable to these people.

He snapped.

He continued to work on the c00lGUI, enhancing it, making it bigger and better. He discovered hacks that shocked even Noli.

E saw what was happening. He tried to talk N out of it.

He didn't listen.

He founded Team c00lkidd, and enlisted several like-minded individuals to his side. He made c00lkidd the face of his madcap endeavor. So they could see who they were robbing. So he would never forget who all this was for. Was it dangerous? Of course. But if they wanted his family, they would have to go through him first. And he would not make it easy.

He returned to the place it all began.

And he brought hell down upon their heads.

C00lkidd was four at the time. He made sure it would be a show that would bring a smile to that precious face. He even let the little guy help stir up the chaos.

Elliott didn't recognize the monster in front of him.

It was almost two years before 007n7 got caught. Noli actually got caught before him, and he broke him out of jail.

It would have gone a lot worse for both 007n7 and c00lkidd if Shedletsky hadn't intervened. He saw a bit of himself in the "little Firebrand" and his hotshot father. Maybe he saw something he had lost long ago...?

007n7 was sentenced to exhausting community service for a while, but there was no fine, and all in all, it could have been a lot worse. At least c00lkidd hadn't been sentenced to anything, and didn't have to suffer for his father's actions.

But then c00lkidd went missing. He was only seven. 007n7 was devastated. He searched desperately for him. Even Shedletsky helped.

But three years passed and no sign of his little Firebrand. He became increasingly depressed. He had given up everything for c00lkidd, and now he was gone, seemingly for good. He started pushing everyone else away. Noli and E both tried getting through to him, with no results. He continued his downward spiral. His little red pillbaby, gone.

We all know what happened next.

oh this is so fucking good jesus christ. we have no words other than THIS IS AMAZING like GOOD LORD??? ok anon. hope you don't mind if we yank this out of your hands /silly. THE WRITING IS IMPECCABLE OGUHG (STOPP WE KNOW WHO YOU'RE REFERRING TO 💔💔💔 shed missing 1x realcore...)

this concept is delicious got damn. argh. JUST. THE PROGRESSION OF 7N7'S HACKS GETTING WORSE???? Michelin star type meal holy shamoly. everyone please read this it's so peak

[rubisdoobles]

stanford is autistic-coded and that really affected his relationship with fiddleford (tbob spoilers)

(I want to start off saying I’m autistic and might rant about Arthur a bit here because it’s a 10+ year strong special interest and you just have to deal with it)

“another day, another failed social interaction.” (ford, the book of bill)

“when my waitress told me the apple pie was made ‘from scratch,’ I replied, ‘incredible! I must meet the chef who created the atoms!’ She made a face like she had tasted bleach and ended her shift early.”

I read this imagining ford smiling, expecting a laugh from the waitress. I know so many autistic people who make jokes like this, it really to me doesn’t seem much different from the jokes that people do like. Taking things and shifting their meaning. The children’s show Arthur put it best in the episode “When Carl Met George” (or, “Carl and the Missing Puzzle Piece”, definitely check it out, although it was made in 2010 so it uses an outdated term and has few stereotypes)

Basically in that episode, autism was described as George crash landing on an alien planet with no instructions.

here’s some of the transcript:

“(narrator): …And even though you speak the same language, you sometimes have a hard time understanding what they mean.

Francine (as alien): Good night for a banana fight, right?

George: Um, yes? No! I don't know!”

Arthur (as alien) walks up to them wearing flippers, a tutu, a huge bow tie and a hat of whipped cream with a cherry. His outfit is absolutely ridiculous.

“(narrator): and things that seem hilarious to you…

George: (laughs)

 (narrator): ...aren't funny at all to them.

Arthur (as alien): What's he laughing at? Is it my nose?

Francine (as alien): I have no idea. You're weird!

Francine and Arthur walk off.

George: But it was a joke, right? Oh.”

this basically describes the situation perfectly. on top of that, I know of autistic men that seem like they are being aggressive or sarcastic to women when they make these jokes, most likely what happened during this dining incident. (which, honestly, women go through a lot of shit with men and I don’t blame them if they assume the worst.)

But let’s go to fidds and fords relationship. (romantic or not.)

I’ve seen so many fiddlestan posts shaming ford for what are just autistic qualities to justify their ship being superior. (ex. One post said “stan recognized when fidds was distressed unlike SOME people” in a fanfic, which is both shaming ford and pretty uncanon seeming)*

I really don’t think ford realized fidds wasn’t ok until it all fell apart. he closest he goes is basically “fidds seems jittery from the whole shapeshifter thing so we can just relax and that will fix it.” I think it’s a common autistic mentality that “if this happens I can fix it with this, and that will solve the problem.”

many people on the spectrum have logical systematic thinking and a preference for clear rules with predictable outcomes.

I think that’s the closest ford ever got to thinking that something was wrong.

I think he never realized fidds was actually going insane. All he thought was that he was going to betray him because of Bill and that black ring.

“it became clear how deeply I had hurt this man I once held so dear.”(ford, journal 3)

I really think he held onto the thought that fidds betrayed him. autistic people are also a lot of times easier to manipulate due to challenges in seeing deception, probably why bill saw him as an easy target.

but of course, fidds in the end with his big heart and amazing mind forgave ford. i’m almost positive he knew ford thought different.

and probably got fiddle𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with him later

Edit: I should mention that the whole “I’ve seen so many fiddlestan posts shaming ford for what are just autistic qualities. (ex.“stan recognized when fidds was distressed unlike SOME people”)” is just a common type of thing I see in fiddlestan posts and fanfics. I really doubt that Stan WOULD do that, but fiddlestan shippers are a whole different breed ig. Edited again for clarity on the same thing

[bizarrebaby]

Halloween Costume Headcanons| Madman!Lalo & Princesa

Pairing: Lalo Salamanca/Princesa (the reader insert character of @richeeduvie 's Madman!Au) Notes: I am not the author of Madman! But I do think about it a lot. More than a healthy person, for sure. Anyways, these are just my thoughts on couples costumes for Lalo and Princesa!

Lalo is not big on hosting parties or even going to them, especially not now that he has Princesa. But he does love to show her off, and a little Halloween party at the hacienda once a year is a perfect way to do that.

Neither of them did much to celebrate Halloween as kids, but seeing it in so many movies, Princesa always dreamed about having a perfect costume, of dressing like her favorite characters from the silver screen.

Obviously her relationship with her dad, and the way that he was, wasn’t one in which he would ever be buying her a costume or taking her out to trick-or-treat. Not to mention, they didn’t exactly live in a great neighborhood for it.

So dressing Princesa up for halloween and having a party– it’s another way that Lalo’s being a good papi for her. The man is a little obsessed with healing her inner child. In a way, he wants to overwrite all of that suffering from before she knew him– making her life with him perfect in a way it never could’ve been without him.

And of course, he’s never going to say no to an opportunity to buy her more clothes and jewelry.

When she brings up the idea of couple’s costumes, it’s something he hadn’t really thought much about. Dressing up is a little silly for him, no? Perfect for her, she’s just a sweet little thing who can look cute in anything. But him? 

He hadn’t intended to do any real dressing up at first, but of course he loves the idea of him and Princesa living basically within the context of each other. Makes him a little crazy– the thought that even when she’s playing a part, wearing a costume, that she needs him to be next to her– a part of the story. So it’s gonna be only couples costumes from here on out lol

And he still doesn’t want to look silly, so he’s not going to go too crazy with outfits and he’s not gonna wear no fuckin’ face paint or wigs. Besides, she thinks he’s perfectly handsome the way he is, no? Not gonna scare his girl by looking like a completely different guy.

Cowboy and Cow (Lalo)

This one is Lalo’s idea, through and through. His Princesa is just a sweet, cute, helpless little thing that needs to be herded around and kept safe, you know? Not to mention when her tears cling to her lashes when she cries, and her nose gets a little wet– just like a scared little vaca, no? 

His Princesa wears little cow ears, a cow print dress with a fluffy skirt and an apron, a little tail on the back. Most importantly: she’s got a collar with a little bell on it that he just can’t stop playing with. And he’s got a lasso around her waist that he holds onto all night long– like a freak. He likes to see her nearly stumble when he tugs on it. He did it because she was wandering too far.

The costume for Lalo is minimal. We all know he owns cowboy boots, he’s probably got a hat and a vest he can dig up, and plenty of jeans.

This costume is definitely making a comeback when his girl gets pregnant and she’s actually milkable.

Dracula and Mina (Princesa)

Princesa’s idea– very classic, and very classy. Lalo very graciously lets her color in just a smidge of widow’s peak for him and puts in some fangs. He’ll probably take them out almost instantly as soon as he feels them getting in the way of him talking.

You don’t want to know what the vintage nightgown cost. It’s authentic– off white with age, floor length, detailed with lace and ruffles. Lalo’s gonna tell everyone exactly how much it cost, with some teasing about how his Princesa has such exquisite taste.

“She’s got such a way of– of restoring them to their original beauty, no? Unbelievable,” he says with adoration and a kiss to the crown of her  head.

She and Lalo are the only ones who know that the bite mark is real.

And yeah, it’s Princesa’s idea. But let’s not pretend that Lalo has never thought about coming quietly into their room while she’s sleeping in a pretty nightgown and drinking her blood. In fact, he’s probably already done it– just not from her neck.

Morticia and Gomez (Princesa)

Principally Princesa’s idea, but Lalo likes it when she suggests it. He tries to hide it, but he likes enjoying her little romance movies with her. And he’ll admit to the similarities– Morticia and Gomez so in love that they’re seemingly on an endless honeymoon.

He will, however, insist on amending your dress to be less clinging. Something more shapeless, demure, cute. Not that he doesn’t want to see a dress like that on her, but assuming they’ll be at a party, he doesn’t want people seeing his girl like that.

Once again, a very minimal costume for Lalo. Just a pinstripe suit– he can tolerate that to see his Princesa so happy.

Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel (Princesa)

This is an “I’m sorry” type of costume. Like Lalo probably hugely jumped to some sort of conclusion (which is crazy because he’d never do that right lol) that wasn’t true, and his innocent gatita cried for it. So he’s giving her some more leeway with the halloween costume selection this year. 

Let’s be real, though. While he may not be thrilled about wearing the kitty ears and the tail and having a couple of whiskers drawn on, his Princesa is also wearing all of those things, which is something he didn’t know he needed. Those costume pieces are ending up in a drawer in the bedroom.

Cop and Robber (Lalo)

Lalo’s not ashamed to admit that he’s always thought he’d be hot in uniform. And he’s completely correct. And he knows his girl agrees.

This is also a great excuse to keep her handcuffed to him, which is something he probably thinks about doing every time she leaves the compound with him.

For all of the party guests, this is Lalo’s most insufferable costume. He’s constantly fake arresting people for literally any reason. And honestly– despite not being much of a costume guy, I can see him getting really into it in a very annoying way. Like he has a flashlight he’s shining directly into people’s eyes, and he’s sticking post-it note tickets onto people’s backs all night

Holly Golightly and Paul (Princesa) [Breakfast at Tiffany's]

This is the perfect costume for them. Because Lalo basically just has to wear regular clothes, while completely spoiling Princesa rotten with a beautiful vintage dress, gloves, shoes, and real vintage Tiffany jewelry pieces. And it’s just like at Eladio’s party when he took her– he brings her around to everyone so he can show her off, telling everyone to look at how completely radiant she is.

This is definitely one of those moments where Lalo is the most smug in his ability to provide for her, how well he knows her, and how perfectly suited for her he is. His cute little caterpillar, and with him he fed her, rested her, pleased her, and kept her safe so she could metamorphose into this beautiful angelic butterfly. Tonight, all eyes are on her for a moment, but he’s the only man in the world who’s seen deep inside her, felt the tender and fluttering pulse of her heart.

Nick and Nora Charles (Princesa) [The Thin Man]

We can’t have a Madman!Halloween without at least one couples costume featuring a cock with a mustache.

Once again, Lalo in a suit, and Princesa decked out in expensive vintage with her hair immaculately styled.

Lili and Paul (Princesa) [Lili]

Lili (1953) is one of those movies that I think gets to Lalo. He sees a lot of Princesa in Lili. A frightened, helpless girl left alone in the world by a dead father. She makes mistakes, doesn’t know what’s good for her. An adult but still very much naive, not able to see the meal the world wishes to make of her. And despite all of her misfortune, she has an endless font of sincerity that endears her to just about everyone.

And yet again, she’s in a lovely little vintage costume– a very modest and plain dress with a lacy collar and cuffs and a cute hat, while he just needs a button down shirt and some slacks.

And you know what? Lalo can keep a puppet on his hand for this. That's minimal enough.

Bonus!

These are my insanely unrealistic ideas that i cant let go of lol

Patrick Bateman and Jeanine (???) [American Psycho]

Not going to pretend this one is a realistic idea. Don’t think Lalo likes the idea of his girl watching that kind of thing. But you’ve gotta admit that Lalo would slay in a suit and a clear raincoat, face splattered with prop blood. All while he’s got his Princesa next to him in a pale pink sweater and pencil skirt.

And once again, the relationship parallels. A sociopathic murderer and the innocent girl who cares too much about him. The big difference is that Jean’s genuine nature saves her from Patrick, but Princesa’s made it so she’d never be safe from Lalo.

Quentin and Leaven (???) [Cube]

Just want you to think about Lalo as Quentin, Princesa as Leaven, and Nacho as Worth. That’s all.

King Arthur and Guinevere (Princesa)

Just want you to think about Lalo as Arthur, Princesa and Guinevere, and Nacho as Lancelot. That’s all.

[nymphomaniaa]

something about us [V] "shot in the dark" — an outtake!

summary: schlatt feels bold while sharing a hotel room with you.

warnings: light angst.

notes: i sincerely apologize for chapter 19 of 'something about us' still not being released! life has been very cruel to me lately, cruel enough that i haven't had the time to really polish the new chapter. to apologize, i wanted to post this snippet i found in the depths of my storage, originally written in 2020. it was meant to be sandwiched somewhere chapter 5 and 6, but i removed it because it made the connection between the reader and schlatt feel way too rushed and unnatural. but it is definitely a noteworthy outtake, so i hope you enjoy it.

The two of you returned to the hotel room a few hours after the sun set. Shivers ran down your body as the cold ocean breeze outside cared less about your bare legs, so as soon as Schlatt opened the door for you, you immediately lunged for the warmth of your bed. You sighed, letting your face sink into the mattress, closing your eyes and taking in the sharp scent of cleaning agents and dust.

Schlatt sits next to you at the edge of the bed, groaning miserably from walking and being awake all day. He couldn't see you roll your eyes at the fact that he got to take a nap but you didn't. What could he possibly be tired from?

You lifted yourself off of the mattress and crawled to the foot of the bed. Schlatt had taken off his cap and tossed it onto his bed on the other side of the room, and now he was just sitting there, propping himself up with his lanky arms. You couldn't help but study the way his hair had perfectly framed his forehead whenever he took his hat off, and how his eyelashes fluttered whenever he looked at you.

Now that you noticed it, you two were sitting way too closely for you to be able to notice his eyelashes. But neither of you moved, sitting together, so close that if you even twitched, your arm would graze his arm, or his leg could push against yours. The looks exchanged between two people, alone in this room, started to make your face flush. The realization had hit Schlatt too, as he started to subconsciously lower his head to meet you at your level.

Quiet enough that you just barely hear it, he mutters, "...Can I kiss you?"

"What?" you blink back, confused.

"...Jesus Christ," he looks away sheepishly, immediately standing up, which shifts the weight on the mattress and almost tumbles you over the edge. "That was so fucking weird. That was so fucking weird, I'm so sorry. Please forget I said that."

"Wait," you stand up, but he steps further away from you, as if you were a growing flame he needed to avoid. You ignore his avoidance, putting your hand on his shoulder and pulling him back to face you again. He drags his head down, and illuminated by the dimmed skylights in the foyer, you can barely make out the way his jawline is tense.

"You're not... under the influence, or anything? Right?" you chuckled, partly from disbelief, and partly from the nervousness that comes with genuine concern.

"God, no. I don't do that. Not often, anyway," he puts his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, awkwardly averting his gaze from you.

"Schlatt," you trail your hand down from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the faintness of his racing heartbeat. "I mean, we only just met..." you whisper.

"I know," he sounds upset. "That's what makes this feel worse."

"Makes what feel worse?"

"Seriously just... just forget it—"

You stand on your toes and offer him a peck on the cheek, maybe as a gesture of comfort, but maybe because whatever he was feeling towards you was most definitely reciprocated. His eyes are as wide as golf balls as he stares down at you, almost glares down at you. A mischievous smile creeps up on your face, and with the open opportunity, you give him another peck on his other cheek.

"We... [Y/N], we basically just met," he takes his hand out of his pocket to place it gently over yours resting on his chest. "And you just got out of a relationship, this isn't—"

"Just—" you step closer to him, so that you can crane your neck up to meet his face. "Just kiss me."

His eyes, which were once darting all over the room, are now locked onto yours. Then, his glances are caught on your lips. Soon enough, he is unknowingly leaning down, far enough that his lips are millimeters away from grazing yours. As your eyelids drift to a close, he uses his free hand to gently touch your waist, then seals the deal.

It's a short, nervous kiss at first. But when he pulls away and sees you adoringly grinning at him, he feels enticed to kiss you again. For longer, this time. For himself, this time.

When he pulls away again, you chase him. Locked in another kiss, he notices the way you melt into his arms, and fully takes advantage of this moment to snake his other arm around your waist, greedily embracing you tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

But eventually, he does. He snaps back into reality, and harshly breaks the kiss.

"No. This isn't right," he says a little louder than a whisper this time, with conviction, as if he were being tried in court. "But why do you—"

"I have feelings for you," you blurt out. "I feel so bad for falling for you within just the first few days of us meeting, but I just couldn't help myself."

He hesitates. "I think it's my loneliness making me feel something for the first attractive girl I've seen in months."

You feel conflicted. Does he not actually like you?

"Well, I think it's just my broken heart focusing on the good within you. But maybe there aren't a lot of bad things about you to begin with."

"You don't know me," he loosens his embrace with you, letting his arms fall to his sides. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

"You don't know me that well either, but you still feel a certain way about me, right?" you grin optimistically. You catch a gleam in his eye as he accepts your logic.

The whistle of the wind outside paired with the rhythmic waves of the tide calm the tension between you and Schlatt. His steady, nervous breathing, shows up in his voice. "Can we just... pretend? Like everything is fine between us?"

"Everything is fine, though. What do you mean?"

"Like, I'm not saying I don't like you or anything, but this is... this feels like a dream. I want you so badly, but there are so many things in the way that prevent me from getting into another relationship."

You feel like you have been directly punched in the gut by him. It doesn't help that he is walking away from you, returning to his spot on his own bed. He climbs on top of his mattress, and you try to follow by sitting next to him, but he doesn't even look at you.

"Let's just keep this secret for now, okay? That's all I'm saying. Let's just keep things casual."

He says this a little too nonchalantly. From one moment, he was kissing you, but in the next moment, you might cry.

"Okay," you sweetly whisper, hiding the way your throat feels like it's closing up. Your heart aches.

The room is too dark for him to see your face, so by the tone of your voice alone, he feels like he has done the right thing. He feels like you are on exactly the same page as him. How convenient! For him, at least.

"I mean, maybe I'll take you on a few dates to get to know you more, we can have fun together, and hopefully over time... y'know."

"...But can we still talk about this a little before you leave for New York?" you whisper.

He grins up at you, reaching a free hand towards your face. He uses his thumb to caress your cheek, and his other fingers gently massage your scalp.

"Yeah. Before I leave for New York."

[rise-of-arcadia]

ToA!Carmen Sandiego AU

(Thank you @owlfacenightkit for reminding me to get back to this)

I don't have any of this very planned out yet, I just happened to have Carmen Sandiego and Wizards next to each other on my Watch Again the other day and thought this would be fun

-The head member of VILE faculty is "King" Arthur Pendragon. Basically your average rich white businessman, has a whole lot of stuff going on behind the scenes that doesn't fit with the friendly face he puts on for public. In this case, it's owning Villains International League of Evil (yet in this case all his faculty is people from his little circle. hmm). Also at the faculty table is Arthur's sister Morgana le Fay, Sirs Lancelot & Galahad, and Arthur's old advisor Merlin

-Obviously Douxie grows up as a pretty isolated kid, since for most of his upbringing there's nobody his age on their island (nicknamed "Camelot"). Arthur often tells him that the faculty is his family since they found and raised him, but they don't treat him like family. Lancelot and Galahad are always 'too busy' to interact with him, Merlin seems to dislike him for no apparent reason, and Arthur treats him decently some of the time- whenever he's actually around and isn't in a bad mood. Morgana would do her best to spend time with Douxie and give him a good education, but Arthur (secretly) started shutting that down as he got older. As a result of that, he spends a lot of time convinced that he did something to make Morgana and Merlin both hate him

-No magic in this AU, but when Douxie was about 15-16 he came across a little cat that had somehow gotten onto the island. He knew Arthur wasn't fond of animals, but since none of the staff nor VILE students interacted with him the cat was his best chance of having a friend and kept it. The newly named Archie became his closest companion for the next 2 years until he finally convinced VILE faculty he could handle actually becoming a student at their academy and have something to do

-I havent worked out who all would be part of his class but I am legally obligated to put Zoe in here. I hc her to have electrical powers in ToA, soooo... electrician Zoe (you would never guess which CS character she's being based off of). Despite her attitude towards certain faculty members, Zoe becomes the first person to show Douxie basic human decency. I imagine she's from Germany, and her talking about her home country is what truly sets off his desire to get out and learn new things, not just because he's bored of Camelot

-Shit happens, Merlin purposefully fails Douxie and keeps him from graduating and getting to leave. He sneaks out anyway, gets a wake up call on why Zoe+his other classmates actually joined VILE, comes back and steals a bunch of VILE/specifically Arthur and Merlin's data (and for Archie), and leaves. While sneaking out he Also steals a hat and coat from Arthur's bookkeeper, Lady Nimue. (It sort of goes against the appeal of Carmen Sandiego's clothes being bright red, but rn I'm thinking his outfit is black w blue accents). After what happened he decides to use the data and stop everything that his former 'family' has planned

-Also, I am a big fan of transmasc Douxie so I think this would be around the time he fully transitions. He was always on the fence about it but now that it's just him and Archie he's like "well what's the fucking point in not, no one will know otherwise"

-Sometime during his travels around the world he comes across a pair of orphaned twins a few years younger than him, Aja and Krel Tarron (who are mixed Russian-Spanish here). At first, he doesn't want anything to do with them. He's been "perfectly fine on his own for two years, he doesn't need the help of two kids." But they keep following him around the city, and after they end up helping him out in some sort of incident he reluctantly agrees to let them come along. As it turns out, Krel is insanely smart and figures out how to fix a lot of Douxie's broken (from improper use) gear, while Aja is very good at planning things out and won't be quiet when it comes to telling him if his ideas are stupid (I know Aja in canon has a growth arc to become more mature, but they've already lost their parents here and she's spent the last few years keeping herself and Krel safe). Aja and Krel are about 17 or 18, and with time Douxie comes to see them as his younger siblings

-Eventually one of their group's missions takes them to the US, specifically California. Recently graduated- and now studying to be a detective, Eli secretly witnesses it, and decides those 3 are his new case to study. He quickly gets several different conspiracies going, and drags his lab partner Steve into it (mostly for the funding. In my head Steve has always been a rich white boy). The Palchuk makes a big fuss about how he doesn't care at first, but when Eli manages to get a picture of a pretty blonde girl, Steve decides this is the new most important thing and gets just into it as Eli is.

-Together their deep dives start getting far enough into this whole mess that it attracts the attention of ACME (which I don't know how I'm going to tackle them yet, but Steve and Eli are probably going to get recruited in fairly early on)

-I think it would be funny if the train scene from e1-2 played out the exact same way, because then you have Steve and Eli losing their shit over finding some random lady (Zoe) knocked out on the train instead of the hot british guy they've been chasing around the country for the last year

[slotumn]

Take:

Rhea and the Central Church's problem isn't that they're the stereotypical unhinged religious zealots calling to kill heretics at the drop of a hat, it's that they're the establishment who have become impotent, complacent, avoidant, and more concerned with appearances than action. Rhea and the Central Church's failure wasn't them being "too ruthless," or "going overboard," it was actually being too soft and passive and doing too little too late in matters where it's literally their responsibility to act.

For more specific examples, Rhea gets accused of being excessive wrt Western Church and Imperial troops at Holy Tomb— but my take is that the real problem wasn't her being ruthless, it's that she didn't do it earlier when it really mattered.

Some of those "earlier" within recent years of canon include: attempted assassination on Rhea a few years back, guy with connections to imperial family (Volkhard) who used to be a big donor to the Church suddenly changing his attitude overnight after fucking around in a rival nation, Western Church becoming radicalized heretics. If Rhea channeled her Saint Seiros days and got pissed and cutthroat about those things and made the Church take major action over it as soon as it came onto radar, they probably wouldn't have gotten played as hard by the Slithers as they did.

You can't even call the Church investigating those overreaching into the nations' internal affairs or anything; "why was a Kingdom noble involved in a plot to assassinate the archbishop" or "why is a branch of our Church getting into heresy" or "why the hell are some people claiming Central Church was behind Tragedy of Duscur" are all perfectly fair matters for them to look into. And if an in-law of the Adrestian imperial house stayed in the capital of a rival nation for a year doing god knows what for undisclosed reasons, then I think he's hardly in a position to accuse the Church of being weird if they prod at him and go "hey it's been a while what have you been up to lately."

Yet the Church seemingly didn't investigate those in depth/honestly confront the parties involved, and even covered up the truth in the case of the Christophe incident. The motivation there was that they wanted to keep up the appearance that the Church is Doing Totally Fine™ and that the public can trust them to be Reliable And Normal™ even in times of turmoil— which really just seems to mean that they want to avoid admitting and reviewing their own fuck ups, or having visible conflicts/tensions with other major factions/within themselves for the sake of PR. And this eventually bites them in the ass because some of those other factions do not reciprocate this conflict avoidant attitude, not to mention that covering up the symptoms doesn't get rid of the problem.

All that to keep up appearances, and ultimately the result is Western Church and Empire seeing them as easy targets and being proven right about it. If you actually stop and think about the implications of Central Church having what should be very high security places (Holy Tomb and Mausoleum) in their home bases infiltrated and terrorized twice in one year, Rhea's personal reaction after it happens is basically the least of all the problems there.

So yeah the Central Church has decayed complacent impotent stupid establishment syndrome, not volatile crazy fanatics syndrome. And Rhea, at the time of canon as the Church's leader, has the problem of being fatally avoidant and thumb-twiddling until things get to the point some scary yelling isn't going to fix the situation, not being an aggressive control freak. (Again I think she would have been a better in-universe leader if she was proactively controlling shit at the time of canon instead of waiting for Sothis to come back and fix everything!)

The reason why I'm being pedantic about this is bc there are multiple ways religions and religious institutions can fail, and I think the fact Central Church's failure isn't them being the stereotypical unhinged fanatics actually makes things way more interesting— especially when contrasted with the fact that there are the actual unhinged fanatics in-universe (Western Church), and those guys hate the Central Church.

Also imo most everything I've diagnosed here still applies post-timeskip in CF— the Church is never proactive in a way that matters, and their final lashing out in Fhirdiad was never going to be enough to make up for their inaction before. They had a whole country on their side for five years and apparently they didn't do much with that, after the Empire already declared war on them. Hell, the Empire even takes a detour conquering the Alliance and they're just sitting there. Like damn Rhea if you were actually serious about winning the war then you should have been cultivating insurgents to send into Adrestia and burn Enbarr. Not sitting around in Faerghus then burning Fhirdiad at the last minute.

Tl;dr

Broke: Church Evil

Woke: Church Stupid

[j4wsz]

LENORA CHARACTER SHEET!!

(DISCLAIMER!! jaws and lenora are basically the same person, buuutt, jaws lost all her memories and only remembers life before her first death, so she only remembers life as being lenora and doesn’t remember anyone…they are basically two sides of the same coin since in reality they are just the same person with REALLY different personality’s if that makes sense…so she doesn’t remember life as jaws and she gets really upset and angry when people call her that because from what she’s heard, jaws was very weak and she doesn’t wanna be associated with her “past self.” she also believes that her “forgetting her memories” is just an elaborate prank since in her mind, her memory is perfectly intact. the only person she remembers however is max and that’s only because of house making her remember him…anyways disclaimer over !!)

Name: Lenora.

Nicknames: Len, Leni, moth person, weapon, hat girl, dear, jaws…

Age: 17.

Birthday: 12/22.

Species: Moth.

Family: “none of your ####### business…”

Height: 5’6.

Pronouns: she/they.

Sexuality: bisexual.

interests: anything valuable currency wise…jewelry, gold objects, silver objects, guns, crystals, philosophy (surprisingly) money, knives, etc etc…

likes: money. hot sauce, silly juice, being by herself, watching arguments, antagonizing people, her gun, piercings, music, people with a backbone, the dark, her electric guitar, and maybe a few people…

dislikes: overly sweet people, being vulnerable, crowds, the color orange, her old “job” her parents, people ruining her “fun”, liars, people who call her jaws.

“STOP CALLING ME JAWS THATS NOT MY ###### NAME, NEXT TIME SOMEONE CALLS ME THAT IM BLOWING YOUR ####### BRAINS OUT.”

Personality: Lenora is VERY violent and extremely rude to mostly everyone she’s in contact with..she is harsh with her words and doesn’t sugarcoat most things, and she loves to antagonize people the second she gets the chance to do so. Lenora however does have a soft spot for a certain person however…and she only shows slight softness when they are around but she’s not usually nice..she is trying(??) to change a bit, but it’s hard to break old habits…and she’s known for taking her anger out on others and self projecting her issues onto them. in reality, lenora doesn’t really mean the stuff she says, she just doesn’t know how to communicate, so she resorts to being mean and violence since that’s all she’s ever known..

Brief backstory!!

Lenora didn’t have the best influence when she grew up…her family was heavily involved in gangs and illegal substances, and she was even forced to be involved in that type of life as well…she learned how to use weapons at a young age and she would also be forced to unalive people until eventually, she started finding joy in it and doing it purely out of entertainment..she also had a bit of a drinking problem…one day, she ends up meeting this girl who was apart of a rivaling gang and they fall in love, they started dating in secret but Lenora’s parents found out and they weren’t too thrilled to find out that their daughter was gay and was dating someone from a rivaling gang…sssoo they ended up punishing Lenora, and her girlfriend broke up with her—even worse, her girlfriend never even actually loved her, she just used her for a primary source of information. Lenora decided she was tired of the life she was living and wanted to change, so she planned to run away…she got someone to take her away and put her escape plan into motion…butttt, while she in the back seat of the car drinking her problems away as the getaway driver tried to take her to safety, the car EXPLODED…(spoiler alert, someone from the gang found out and informed her parents, and her parents didn’t want her going out in the real world and telling everyone their secrets, and since she was causing problems already, they thought it would be better to just kill her off…) and then lenora DIED.

Scent: Smoke and fruits..

Text color: blue…

voice claim: aaalso coming soon…

Lenora’s playlist !!

lenora’s design!!

(also, fun fact, the reason why jaws used to carry an empty bottle around with her was because of the fact when she died, she was holding one because like i said, lenora died drinking her problems away before the car exploded…and when jaws woke up in the field, she had the bottle clenched tightly in her hand and she thought it was a clue as to where she might’ve come from so she kept it with her!!)

[bewitched-hours]

Block Tales | Griefer x Mina

"3V3N Y0U 5H0ULD T4K3 1T 3A5Y 0NC3 1N 4 WH1L3..."

In which Mina gets forced to take a break after being mentally numbed from the Ghostwalker... Although Griefer's method might've been a little uncalled for...

It was late... Griefer figured he'd browse on his computer for a bit longer before sleeping.

He knew to expect Mina anyday now. She set out to get the Ghostwalker just two days ago and he was honestly a little worried after what he's heard. Even though he'd rather get another hit from the Venomshank before he'd admit that.

He was so deep in thought, he almost didn't hear his beloved girlfriend drag herself into his crib and promptly drop onto his bed with a soft whimper.

Startled and confused, he quietly got up and approached his bed with a slightly concerned expression. "Y0U'R3... B4CK..."

He honestly wasn't sure what to say but his tone exposed his worry before it turned to a slight panic as he heard her sniffling.

"5H1T- M1N4- WH4T H4PP3N3D?!" He was quick to slip into bed under her and allowed her to curl up against his chest in quiet sobs.

And through her quiet tears, Mina told him of how she purified her soul and how Hatred had taken on the form of Niko during their fight to break her down further.

"I know... It wasn't them but..." She had to push herself to talk at this point, a low purr escaping her as Griefer quickly put away her hat and made sure to scratch gently behind her ears as a form of comfort.

He knew that Mina was broken down after having to basically feel like she was fighting her own sibling and he would've loved to fight alongside her to punish that... Creature...

But he knew it wasn't so simple. And he hated that.

He hated that he couldn't protect the one person besides his dad who never once stopped believing in him.

He hated that he couldn't help the one person that made him feel like he didn't need to be rough and tough all the time.

He hated that he couldn't be there to save the person who had saved him.

But right now, he had to focus on his lover. The girl who would always smile even as she fought him who was now reduced to a broken mess because of some... Thing... That decided to reopen the scars of old. Scars that were left untreated but Griefer didn't know how to help with those so he decided to at least help her do anything that wouldn't cause her to spiral into dangerous coping methods.

... Or worse...

With a slight groan from Mina, Griefer was dragged back into reality to notice he'd stopped moving. He swiftly went back to comforting his girlfriend and letting her slight vibrations calm him down in return.

He knew she was scared.

Scared to lose him like she did Niko.

Scared to repeat mistakes she's made in the past.

Scared to let her emotions hinder her...

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Shedletsky already tried comforting her but considering she came to him in such a state, the admin must not be very good at helping with mourning... Not that Griefer was any better...

With a deep breath, Griefer stopped his motions for a moment to pull Mina further up and position her perfectly with his face in the crook of her neck while his arms wrapped around her in a tight hug.

She mentioned once before that the pressure felt therapeutic. And Griefer remembered that.

Although it took a few minutes, Mina let out a content sigh and began purring again. She was glad he remembered and wrapped her arms around his neck in return, resting her head just on top of his and enjoying the feel of his hair against her cheek.

"Thank you..." She whispered softly, a sharp gasp escaping shortly after as Griefer allowed himself a small bite. Just a little mark to show his love although Mina huffed a little. Her purring never stopped though...

(Just a little warning; This is where the smut starts so feel free to skip until the end lol)

"You're seriously gonna try comfort sex...?" She hesitantly asked, an unseen blush spreading across her face as Griefer let out an amused hum. "N3V3R TH0UGHT 0F 1T~ BUT 1 C0ULD~"

Mina hesitated, trying to think about how this could go. Although... That bite did get her a little excited...

She pulled away momentarily to take off her jacket, not daring to see the smug look on Griefer's face. "I can't believe this is working..." She sighed, continuing to undress herself alongside Griefer and sheepishly rubbing her clit over the lubed up rubber separating his dick from her folds.

Her needy whimpers only got Griefer more excited before Mina carefully hovered over his hardened tip and moved down slowly to let her body adjust. "FUCK Y3S... Y0U FE3L 5O G0OD..."

Mina took deep breaths, carefully moving up and down until she reached the perfect pace for both herself and Griefer. This might be comfort sex for her but she figured she might as well help him feel good too.

Although Mina took control over the rhythm and pace, Griefer was practically getting antsy as he tried not to flip them around just to go a little rougher. Mina was just a little cruel like that, even doing it deliberately to tease him. She would start out gently and often just see how far he was willing to ride it out until breaking and going absolutely haywire. But if she actually just wanted it gently, he'd respect it and try to keep it easy.

But this wasn't such an instance and it got Griefer whining and grumbling. "Y0U'R3 SO D4MN CRU3L... AR3 Y0U S3RIOU5LY TORM3NT1NG M3 N0W...?" He huffed, watching that sly smirk on her face as he thought about when he'd have his way again.

He was desperate for this to help Mina but seeing as she couldn't take this seriously, he figured to hell with it.

Grabbing her thighs, he flipped them both over whilst keeping himself buried inside of Mina's cunt. The sudden motion got another sharp gasp to escape her lips as he laid on top of her to hold her in place while he continued on just a little rougher.

Hearing her satisfied but hushed moans was worth it all though as she bit into the skin of his neck like he did hers. She was getting close.

But her biting only encouraged him further, skin slapping against skin as he dug his shaft into her entrance. All while he snaked a hand between their bodies to rub circles over her clit.

When he felt her back arch, he quickly moved to drown out her pleasured cries through kisses. Although he'd be lying if he said he didn't cum too once her cries were muffled.

The two of them were already tired out and just stayed in position for a while as a slight chuckle escaped Mina's lips.

"Guess the Firebrand will have to wait..." She muttered. Griefer only huffed. "1'D SUR3 H0PE S0... Y0U D3SERV3 4 BRE4K, F0R CRY1NG 0UT L0UD..." He grumbled, holding her a little tighter as her purrs went back into full swing.

Both of them were left wondering how they deserved each other while sharing a comfortable silence and sweet kisses between each other...

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[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

And for today’s shenanigans, a funny magic-less event, the Bloodmoons switch clothes!

Hunter’s Bloodmoon Crescent Celestial wearing Retired’s clothes! They were very hesitant in letting him borrow their stuff, but relented for once, Hunter had been begging them to let him wear their jacket since they’d first known him. He swore he’d take the utmost care of their stuff and would guard it with his life, those proclamations having seemingly eased their worries a bit.

The jacket is as comfortable as he expected, soft interior and cool looking exterior with all the neat stitching patterns and different fabrics. Both the jacket and shorts are full of pockets containing many different weapons Retired accidentally forgot to take out. The fingerless gloves add some style Hunter likes very much. He absolutely loves these clothes 100/10

Ruby and Vermillion Crescent in Fantasy’s clothes! It was the fluff that made them ask the Fantasy twins if they could wear their stuff, it just looked very fluffy. Fantasy didn’t really mind sharing their stuff with the kid, seeing how utterly enchanted they were with the cloak and all. Ruby and Vermillion thanked them thoroughly, even making them a drawing as a gesture of appreciation.

The cloak is very fluffy indeed. Extremely fluffy. They cannot see anything other than fluff but they don’t mind. They do mind the cape and non-fluffy parts of the cloak though, they are made of a heavier material than they were expecting. Combine that with the gloves and they’re basically having a reaction similar to a kitten with boots on its paws. But the fluff makes up for it. 10/10

Bloody and Harvest in Horror’s clothes! They were very uncomfortable at the notion of the whole event, but managed to get talked into participating anyways, so now they needed someone to swap clothes with. Catching onto their distress, Horror offered to give them some of theirs, it wouldn’t be a perfect fit, but it wouldn’t be the damn rags all other Second Bloodmoons wore.

They like the hoodie, it has a simple and neat pattern and is rather comfortable to wear. The hat is cool too, they had never worn one like this one, they’ve found themselves fidgeting with the bell a couple times already. The shorts… The sock and shoe combo looked great and went well with the hoodie. Not a particularly bad set of clothes, just not something they’d wear on the usual, 7/10

Cardinal and Alizarin Crescent Celestial in Separated and Swap’s clothes! The acting twins were some of the first to suggest this whole event to begin with, they like trying on different clothes after all, and most Bloodmoon’s are around the same height so it made sense for them all to swap clothes! The younger Separated Twin was fully on board, damn near immediately offering to switch with either of the actresses. Swap wasn’t really keen on switching clothes, but having nothing better to do she decided to switch clothes as well.

Cardenal got Harvest’s clothes while Alizarin got Scythe’s. The tank top and skirt are a bit tight on her, but the rest of the outfit fits rather well. The hat is very soft and warm, the sleeves are very cool, and the cape is surprisingly comfortable, Carden might try and recreate something similar once they go back home. A great most of the outfit fits Liz very well, probably due to being a similar bot type as the clothe’s owner. The skirt feels great, the leg warmers do their job very well, the cloak is perfect to twirl around and look dramatic in, the shirt could be better but overall this outfit fits her like a charm. 10/10

The Quartet in Amnesiac’s clothes! Having switched their clothes for Fantasy’s, Amnesiac had to offer their own to someone else, Ocean volunteered eagerly, wanting in on the fun. The red twins had to make the Quartet swear to not get their clothes dirty however. The Quartet agreed reluctantly.

The clothes are a lot softer than they were expecting, very smooth and perfectly warm, the hoodie is perfect to curl on and take a nap in. The cape is very flowy, something they appreciate a lot in all clothes. There is a small problem of the clothes being big on them. Even if they were at a healthy human weight though, they’d still be baggy, not like the Quartet cares, the texture and warmness is enough to keep them content. 10/10

Harvest’s Bloodmoon Crescent Celestial in Magic’s clothes! No one in the house but Magic —and maybe the Overlords— can match Harvest’s level of rizz. Seeing this silly event playing out, the magical one couldn’t help but offer her clothes to Harvest, but not just any of their usual clothes, no, her magical girl outfit.

Harvest absolutely slays in this— she slays in anything, really. The hat is fun to jingle, with all three tips it has. The skirt is very flowy and goes spin, and the bow is very cool and also fun to play with. The high heels she actually has a problem with, she kinda can’t really walk on them very well, but the heels paired with fishnets look so cool together! And the patterns on the clothes are very neat, if asymmetrical. 12/10, would wear again.

[fantasylesblorbos]

002.

the outlaw runs her hand along willow’s side, walking towards the store. she pulls her hat low, making sure to cover her eyes before turning her head and sneaking a glance behind her, watching the woman retreat with a skip in her step. she watches lily turn the corner, before turning her head back to willow. “she was truly an interestin’ one, wasn’t she, willow?” willow turns her head to look at her owner, nudging her with her snout, at which the outlaw scrunches her nose, “i can’t believe you let ‘er pet you, you traitor, here i thought i was the only one.” the outlaw says, swatting her hand at willow’s muzzle. the horse snorts, continuing on her way to the store, to which the outlaw rolls her eyes, “god have mercy on me.”

she ties willow to a horse post, slinging her rifle and packing it into her saddle, rifling through the saddle bags to find her wallet. once victorious, she pats willow’s side, before walking into the store, poncho swishing in the wind.

inside, cupboard and shelves are full with dry goods, produce, fresh meat, as well as multiple kinds of ointments and even ammunition. ‘it seems this place has everything i could need.’ the outlaw thinks, looking around left and right, before her eyes land on seller, and older man with a big, scraggly black beard with white streaks in it.

“welcome, welcome, here at tusker saint denis we have everything your heart desires. what is it you need?” he asks, voice gruff, leaning his elbows on the counter and his head on his hand. the outlaw raises her eyebrow, before answering, voice lower than usual, “supplies. food for me an’ a horse for five days, you got that?” the man nods, gesturing with his hand toward the shelves, “help yourself.”

the outlaw grunts, starting to pick up basic items, canned food, fresh vegetables for willow, some chocolate, as well as some tea and the necessary ammo for her guns. she puts them all on the counter and the man begins ringing her up, putting the items in a bag.

“you owe me about 156 dollars and fifty cents.”

“very well.” the outlaw nods, pulling out the necessary cash and handing it over, grabbing the bag and leaving wordlessly.

“pleasure doing business with you!” the man calls after her, to which she nods and raises her hand to him in acknowledgment.

the outlaw walks over to willow, placing the newly bought items in the saddlebag, before taking hold of the reins and slipping them over willow’s head, pulling herself up onto the horse’s back. “alright, girl, let’s go.” she pats the side of her neck before urging her forward, spurs gently digging into the horse’s side.

and so the two of them trot through the streets of saint denis once again, headed to the renowned tailor near the centre of the town. the outlaw had seen plenty of people with too much money walking out of the shop, and she had come back everyday the past week to scope out the best time for a pickpocketing mission. today, however, there were hardly people around in the square, especially with the scorching sun beating down anyone in it’s path. she wipes away the sweat forming just under her hat, before sighing and taking hold of willow’s reins, walking over to where the young woman had told her to meet her. ‘wouldn’t hurt to try, at least to see what she has planned. if more people are involved, i can get some good intel on the nobility around here. yeah, that would work.’ the outlaw has a small smile on her face, seemingly satisfied with her cunning plan, but she makes sure to get rid of it as soon as she turned a corner and saw the tree lily was talking about.

lily leans against the trunk of the tree, pulling her summer hat off of her head before she places it on her lap, shutting her eyes closed as she takes a deep sigh after numerous stages of stressful arrangements.

there was saucer for five bagels that is perfectly cut in half. it has a fresh chunk of lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and ham on her left. the second saucer is sitting right next to a pink heart shaped cake that is filled with chocolate chipped cookies, two cabernet glass standing in between her fingertips to make sure it doesn’t break while lily takes a rest. a platter sits on her right with grapes, strawberries, and sliced bananas mixed altogether in the board. as soon as lily arrived, she didn’t hesitate to pull out the picnic blanket from the basket and make sure it doesn’t blow away while it’s sitting neatly on top of the grass. after that, lily spent a few more minutes making sure that it looks appealing as soon as it’s her turn to arrive, only if she has fully decided to come.

the sun was shining beautifully through the leaves, and it was framing lily in all the perfect ways, face, collarbone and hands illuminated. the outlaw leaned herself against the wall of a nearby building, making sure to stay hidden from view, pulling out her journal and quickly drawing a picture in crayons of what she was seeing. ‘she truly is pretty…’ she thought, admiring the finished product on the page, before catching herself and shaking her head, snapping the journal shut and placing it back in her satchel with a blush coating her cheeks. ‘no, no, no. we ain’t doin’ that, not now. focus, bailey.’ the outlaw steeled herself, gaze going back to sharp, jaw set as she pulls willow by the reins, slowly walking towards the young woman. “c’mon girl.”

the outlaw stops just before the square, watching lily, not saying anything.

lily doesn’t know how long she has been sleeping underneath the cool shade, but as soon as she felt herself completely dropping off, her head jerked up and eyes blinking; squinting even, before lowering her head back down. she lets out a soft whine and arched her back to stretch her muscles as she starts to regain her consciousness, not noticing the cowgirl standing almost right in front of her. “hmm.” lily mumbled softly, placing both of her hands on the top of her hat before staying still.

the outlaw chuckled, watching the young woman doze, before taking out a match and lighting a cigarette, putting it in her mouth and taking a long drag. she takes the cigarette between her fingers, thumbs resting under her belt, before clearing her throat pointedly, making it just a bit louder, so that the young woman could hear her.

lily won’t lie, that action made her whole body jolt in fear. she wanted to chuck whatever she can immediately grab within her reach, but as soon as she noticed that it is the same cowgirl from earlier, she held onto her chest and sighed loudly. “you got me there!” lily confessed breathlessly. “i didn’t know you had that kind of playful personality... come take a sit.” lily added as she takes a subtle hop to the side, scooting to give the red haired woman some space to rest within the blanket. “didn’t know you were one to fall asleep that easily.” the woman sits down on the blanket, next to lily, being careful not to sit on her own poncho. she’s got one leg laid out flat while the other is raised, resting her hand that is holding her cigarette upon it. the cowboy hat on top of her head is just a bit further up than lily last remembers, allowing her to see the outlaw’s eyes once again as she is looking at her.

lily giggles at the thought right before she immediately clears her throat. “um, did you get everything you need from the store?” the outlaw nods, taking another drag from her cigarette, “i did. bastard scammed me, but what can i do?” she looks around at the arrangement, before asking, “this looks mighty nice, is anyone else joinin’ us?”

lily’s eyes meets the red haired woman’s gaze, but it didn’t have any glimmer in its pupils. she truly has two different shades of color residing in her eyes and she smiles. yes, she smiles, but there is so much to ponder about what it truly conveys. lily didn’t have enough time to figure the truth out as the other looked away.

“what?” lily exclaimed after hearing the woman’s response. “that’s horrible! did you do anything about it?” she says as her eyebrows furrowed, cheeks puffed up and arms crossed in frustration. the outlaw shook her head, “nothin’ i could do, unfortunately. bastard’s just tryin’ to feed his family.”

her gaze meets lily’s and the corners of her lips tug slightly upward, the motion foreign on her face. the moment is just as quick to leave as it started, she looks away onto the street once more. she fiddles with her bandana, turning it this way and that, trying to calm her nerves. the outlaw knows, realistically, lily can’t hear or see her rapidly beating heart, but you cannot be too sure. ‘don’t make a goddamn fool of yourself this fast, hyde.’

“this is the party, you and i.” lily playfully nudges her arm and smiles. “how many women do you date in a single table, pretty girl?”

willow moves closer to the duo, settling herself down onto the grass next to lily, legs tucked under her. the woman flushes at lily’s comment, pulling her bandana up for a moment to hide her face, eyebrows furrowed, “you truly are somethin’ else. here i thought this would be a proper party an’ it’s just a picnic between me an’ you.” the woman turns to lily, an eyebrow raised, “is this the first time you’ve tried this, or…? that lie rolled off your tongue so quick.”

“lie?” lily’s eyes blinks in confusion, but she honestly felt her heart dropped at how quick the red haired can catch up to her. “why would i lie to you?” she lets out a chuckle to ease the tension, but the woman scoffs, making her feel more uneasy. lily decides to hand the red haired woman her cabernet to take off her mind of her own question, smiling softly as she clings to the neck of her own. “anyway, here’s how you’ll do this,” she says as she takes a scoop out of the heart shaped cake with her glass, its beautiful white ruffle of whipped cream with sliced strawberries and blueberries on top were whisked away as she takes a bite. “giddy up and dig in!”

the outlaw raises an eyebrow at the young woman, before sighing and doing as she is told, taking hold of the glass and digging it gently into the cake. the outlaw hums, holding the glass up to her face and turning it this way and that, before saying, “well, wouldn’t ya look at that… how’d you come up with this?” she turns her head once more to watch the young woman, taking a bite herself from the cake. “‘s that somethin’ fancy folk like you like doin’?”

“that lie rolled off your tongue so quick.” lily says this with a mischievous smile on her face, patiently waiting for the red haired’s reaction before taking another bite, starting to feel some ease despite the tension. “perhaps? we brew teas, we gossip about the recent news in the city and spend the rest of the day oogling, but no.” an amused smile passes over the outlaw’s lips, before taking one last, long drag of her cigarette and snuffing it out, throwing it away. “fiesty one, aren’t you?” she lets the smoke out as she speaks, taking another bite of the cake. “teas, gossip. high end life with no worries, besides what to wear the next day.” the outlaw nods, “sounds fancy enough to me.”

“i don’t do this often and no, i don’t consider myself fancy. my family just moved here, after all.” lily confesses as she tucks her hair behind her ear before looking at the distance. “i just... thought it would be nice to make a picnic on this specific day and hoped for the best on what comes next. i haven’t roam around saint denis by my own yet.” she lies. the outlaw plays with the buckle of her belt, before saying, “well. i guess i can count myself lucky to have ran into you.” her gaze moves away from lily, looking back out into the street. “an’ yes, no major city will be safe for a dashin’ woman like you. damn bastards’ll be on you like hawks.”

“woah! easy there, gorgeous.” lily giggled before pulling out a pouch of tissue from the basket, wiping the smear off of the woman’s knuckle with a paper and purposely wiping a crumb beside the red haired’s lips with the pad of her thumb, feeling accomplished. “continue talking to me that way and i might end up falling for you.” lily wiggles her eyebrows before popping a grape in her mouth. the outlaw gestures with her hand towards the young woman, “now, if you don’t mind me askin’, which family do you belong to? i ain’t been around here a long while, but i’ve heard some whispers here an’ there.”

“if you put it that way, you truly make us sound so fancy.” lily hums. “my father is a mechanical and my mother is a veterinarian, i have seven sisters who are diligently working their butts off while i’m just.... well, you know, i’m here in a date with a pretty woman who barely tells me about herself.”

the woman raises an eyebrow, looking at lily in disbelief, before chuckling and shaking her head, saying, “you truly are somethin’ else… is anythin’ you said so far even true?” the outlaw grabs a strawberry from the top of the cake, popping it into her mouth and chewing thoroughly, before bashfully adding, “‘sides the… date part, i guess…” and looking away from the young woman next to her, towards willow. she nods, though, looking at lily from the corner of her eye, “i understand, though, wantin’ to remain unknown, anonymous.”

“stick around,” lily spoke softly as she reached her slender fingers out to grab a chocolate chip cookie, snapping it in half before smiling shyly, offering the other side to the red haired. “i crumble easily like this cookie—i’m sure it wouldn’t take you too long to find out! i’m friendly, i’m kind, and lovely, i suppose. are you looking for those specific traits in a woman, by any chance?” the outlaw turned to regard lily fully, watching her intently, eyes flitting from her eyes to her outstretched hand, before reaching out herself and gently taking the other half of the cookie.

“i s’pose there ain’t much harm in gettin’ to know you,” she starts, mumbling through her words, raising her head to look into lily’s eyes fully, “though i must warn you, i ain’t a safe person to be around, an’ i ain’t know where the road’s takin’ me next.” the outlaw pulls off her hat, gently placing it next to her on the picnic blanket, “there’s no tellin’ when i’ll be shot an’ left for dead, so don’t get too attached now, hm?” she bites into the cookie, letting the taste linger on her tongue, before continuing, “there ain’t much i’m lookin’ for, just company, i guess…”

“ooh!” lily hums. “a fighter, spontaneous, and—” lily’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine sadness. “don’t be silly!” she says as she playfully smacked the woman’s arm. her hand immediately transformed into a fist, thinking that she might’ve been too comfortable with the cowgirl that made her look back the other with worry. “don’t.... don’t say that, i know you’ll live for another day! maybe teach more fellas out there how to ride a horse like you do when the time has come; giving them canned peaches for their working their asses too hard to be cool like you.”

the outlaw gives lily a sad smile in return, “it’s merely the truth for an outlaw like me, sheriffs don’t much like kind like us no more, an’ money is always a good motivator for any man with a gun.” she hums, looking at the half eaten cake, before shaking her head and furrowing her eyebrows, “this life is all i’ve known, i ain’t made to be helpin’ people. though,” the outlaw looks at lily once more, sad smile on her face again, “it sure as hell would be nice, to have a comfortable life.”

nothing but the soft breeze whirling at the moment in a sunny afternoon keeps the two ladies in company. “do you... do you have a family, sweetheart?” lily asks once more. “or any place to come home to?”

“no,” she says, shaking her head, “parents have been dead an’ buried a long time now, nasty business about 15 years ago, been on my own since then.” the outlaw picks up her hat, placing it onto her head, before speaking once more, “the roads are my home, always.”

“i see, then...” lily coos and whined in genuine devastation. “being an outlaw is no joke, i understand that... i understand how important that mask of yours is now; even though it is truly such a shame.” lily continues to mumble as she placed her elbows on her lap, her chin tucked on top of her palm as she heaves a deep sigh. “how could an angel like you deserve to endure all this burden on your own...” the outlaw knocks her knuckles against lily’s knee affectionately, offering her a small smile, “it’s alright, now, nothin’ for you to worry that pretty head of yours. i’ll be fine, i always have been. an’ i ain’t no angel now, you might be, sure, but not me.” she chuckles humorlessly.

lily’s eyebrows raised in relief the moment she received a light bump on her knee. she looked down to see what it was and hoped for the best, only to find out that it was truly the red haired woman who did it. not the basket or the plates sliding down to the crease of her leg in the picnic cloth, it is the woman who is now smiling towards her, indeed. “are you getting all soft on me now, gorgeous?” lily giggles as she sits back with such poise, now watching the red haired busy herself as she waits for lily’s response. she retracts her hand, fiddling with her fingers in her lap, before asking, “how old are you, if i may ask, lily? an’ why did you invite me here? was it just random? were you gonna have a picnic anyway?”

lily carefully took the woman’s hand and intertwined it with hers as she scoots closer to the cowgirl’s frame, her gaze directed back into the distance as she smiles. “the wind whispered to my bedroom window today and told me that i should go for a walk, told me i needed it. i wouldn’t followed her earlier, but life truly works wonders. maybe the wind knew that you needed it, too.”

[thewatcher5]

SHORT STORY:Winter to nowhere. PART ONE.

(A/N, basically a short story about my characters who are toxic based on something i saw in a newspaper)

The year was 1974. Or well around that time. Robert was trying to start the fire. Frank gave him a meticulously thought out gaze. Robert looked back. Oh, how he wishes he never looked at Frank. Frank was a pain in his ass. A real pin pusher. He picked him out of everyone in the gardens. He had something. This quality. If he hadn't got him then he would wish that fate on some pretty girl. Who knows. "Why are you scrutinizing my movements. What are you a man undone" Robert goes on, throwing his head back. Frank presents him a sneer. He looked at the salvar  dish. He made sure to tap his nimble fingers on it. "You have such a perspicacious , still you wear a mask of thin ruby" He sighed. The corded phone is played with. The fire's embers fling out. Trickles of little heat. Burning bright. The two sit down. "I've never seen you without your hat "Robert states. It was out of blue. He ceased to even consider putting his two sense in. How could he ?Not when his lover his a loon. As if it weren't obvious. He in any event , will call robert preposterous. When it's of convenience. Which some how lands it as being a inconvenience as well. Anyways no use snubbing him. Robert will keep going if he doesn't contribute. "the hat was Venerable, no good. Don't you understand. Or do you understand what was in the picture frame by the mountains edge. Well speak up or speak down come on Robert" Frank replied. He scolds Robert as he always does. Robert is puffed out like a bird, whose feathers are ruffled. It's as if he had feathers molding. He was in dudgeon. How dare he! How dare he! He wanted to yowl at him. Take off his skin. That hat , was a hat of superlative impetrative life. It was a token of love .He gave him that hat when they first met. Ah, the gardens. Now a time between lost, and irrelevant. "why would you do that! You are a man with the face of a painted mosaic. How dare you place me out" he cried out. Frank was used to Roberts mellow dramatic temper. He was in the line of fire. Both tough guys , until placed in front of the other. "Well maybe I'm still not over what you did , in the gardens" He replied, throwing it back in his face. Robert bit his tongue , oh how this man made him mad. In Robert's twisted head he had saved frank. He had saved him. Yes! he did . Frank should be thanking him. Why does he need to bring up the worst? After all Robert has given him. "You would have died, without me. They would have done away with you if I didn't do anything. You poor foolish man. Your all but the hearts of your own tear, the tear that has long since burrowed in. The tear which never fell from irons to ashe" He stated, with a sigh. He pushed his hand through Franks hair. Frank brushed himself away. He didn't even want to look in Roberts eyes. Robert was on his last whim. He did have a better life when Robert wasn't around. He knew it. How dare Robert put him into damnation. "I was living perfectly fine, I was a servant for a rich family. They gave me a place to sleep. I had friends there. Friends who had sparkling hopes. What did you do. You transported me away from that . Now my back hurts from the rocking chair you have grown me accustomed to" He shouts. This left Robert speechless. Was Frank truly happier without him. Was he so sure of himself . Robert thought the love grew in the tree. The tree is solid now. Nothing left. Robert didn't know what to do. So he fumbled into a book onto the table. Scanning plentiful contents. Looking at anything but the man he barely knew. Now in front of him. Lack of Enamored retention. He can't live with a man so unsatisfied. It would make him ill. Ill minded. Mingled into the wrong semblance of the outer mind. Ephemeral from the start. "They wanted you gone, they would have used a blade on you or a machine gun if they had the chance. They had knifes everywhere. All over the damn place. You can not be this absurd "He sighed. Frank was starting to get heated. He had no idea what he even was talking about. Robert was out of line.

[welcome-to-octo-space]

good day yo kai watch tumblr. today i bring my ramblings about aesthetics i think fit each of the bbq trio and why, please enjoy. (im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal) (all images here taken from pinterest,)

starting of with Nate

one of the main aesthetics i see fitting him is Dark Academia

generally it has blacks grey browns and other dark colors such as reds and some shades of blue. i feel like him with dark academia with pops of red in like jewelry or other accessories really fit him.

fill to a more down to earth probs in a coffee shop having a surprisingly sweet or black like his soul coffee while studying English or something.

classic, red, autumn, and light academia do also fit him.

falling into the autumn aesthetic makes me think he would drink coffee and learn to make them as home with one of those fancy coffee and espresso makers because why go out and buy it when you can make it to your specific tastes at home.

another aesthetic i feel works is the whole lofi aesthetic, this one fits even if you see him with bight and cheerfull or dark and moody colors like i do. mabyes it just the idea of him working on a laptop he got for school on a cold winters day while listening to fresh lofi beats for the spiritual and then jibanyan just sits on his laptop, but whatever.

also want to mention like ANYTHING WITH STARS, like that fucker probably has stars on basically everything he owns so it would be wrong of me to not mention him and his star supremacy.

honorable mentions to Lolita (specifically the more prince style but we still support nate in dresses here), grunge, and y2k.

now onto inaho...

HOOOOO BOY. this girl has probably been through so many phase. and is constantly changing up her aesthetic each day like jesus christ. so im just gona fast round these with hopefully small explanations.

Pastel Goth

dark and spooky yet colorful and kawaii i think perfectly fits her. her base fit is already kinda pastel yet less soft so ye. and if she had to go through a goth phase itd be this.

yami kawaii

which translate to sickly cute is basically yume kawaii with more emphasis on dark themes and color. i think a good example of this is internet overdose. its in a similar vein to pastel goth with her. just more medical.

weird/dreamcore

commonly associated with stuff like object heads, the backrooms, its one i dont feel like needs and explanation. shes simply just weird. another aesthetic in a same enough bein is glitchcore which as a lot of neon colors swirled together and ofc glitchyness.

another one is webcore.

so think like old windows lawn background, old internet, and general retro tech. its and inspo for vaporwave which is another aesthetic that fits inaho.

lastly bard core, honestly all i really have to say for this is, she would just be a rizzless bard in DnD.

others mentions to hyperpop, cryptic core, arcadecore, gamer core, indie, and decora.

and finally that buck boy

so lets get this out the way,

KIDCORE IS MY NUMBER 1 AESTHETIC FOR HIM,

bright rainbow colors, just, yes. and a lot of kidcore fashion i see includes overalls so it just, fits.

in a softer sense cottage core also fits,

i mean, i think he'd be the kid whod get those fake vines and put them up in his room to feel like a woodland creature. and he'd absolutely get a mushroom hat and nobody can change my mind. also elf ears, i tihkn that falls in with cottagecore and similar aesthetics.

lastly for buck ill go over skater aesthetic

the fashion kinda falls into grunge i think but honestly buck would skate or i guess try and skate. he thinks its cool and will make nate think he's even color so he tries to learn.

but in general i think the idea of him with really baggy pants and big graphic tees just pleases my mind.

and to finish off here are some honorable aesthetics for buck:

hipster core, moss core, web core, cabin core, those woodland creature aesthetics, cryptic core, alien core, and just anything with sunflowers.

[amazildoessomethingstupid]

Chapter 83: Small Fry

Oh you were a sneaky bitch for this one Taeshi.  Oh you slippery toad you dirty for this one, hiding one of the most pivotal character moments, and heartfelt scenes in this comic, tucked away in what is on the surface an average run-of-the-mill forgettable nothing chapters, and you hid it pretty well!

Small Fry’s basic premise is that it’s Paulo’s birthday and ya boi is movin’ AND shakin’. He is hyped as hell as he is going to throw his hat in the job market and find what sticks.  The result of which is revealed to us and the rest of the characters by way of…

WAIT HOLY SHIT… TESS?!  WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’ HERE?

Holy hell girl, where ya been?! YO THE OG GOLDEN GIRL IS BACK BABY! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod YES! OH MAN I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, LOOK GUYS IT’S TESS! WE FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT TESS! OH WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT HER RIGHT N-

N-next chapter! Uhhh Next chapter we will talk about Tess of course! I-I would never ever want to draw attention away from bestest girl in the world Rachel! Especially not to talk about Tess of all characters, no-no-no never! I would not dream of putting a whole 2 paragraph aside about how amazing Tess was in this chapter segment specifically reserved for Rachel ha-ha ha… But for real Tess’ appearance isn’t all that important than as she’s mostly pushed aside and used for setting up Paulo’s new job working in fast food which to be fair…

Is fucking great.  God I love this chapter, I love these jokes, and I love the Paulo show so much.  The scenario in general is just perfectly Paulo.  He’s got a simple entry-level job doing dirty work, and while it is hard and stressful he’s happy, he’s proud and making the most of it.  It’s endearing as hell, and highlights one of the key aspects of his character.  But where does Rachel factor in to this?  Well, it turns out Paulo isn’t just set on improving his employment status but also his driving status.  And it just so happens that the only person willing and able to help him out in this endeavor is…

Rachel! Yes, finally indeed we get to gush about the best girl Rachel.  She’s come a long way from her roots as one of the more annoying and one-note characters in BCB.  Similar to Stacy she was initially pigeon-holed into being a stereotypically bitchy popular cheerleader in Volume 1, and it didn’t help her case when all she ever seemed to be used for was bashing on the OG Golden Girl: Tess. Even after discovering that there was good reason for her to be bitchy about Tess, it was hard to get behind Rachel as a character even though Volume 2 tried hard to sell her as a big side-character it was hard to shake that stigma; not helping matters was her involvement in one of the most controversial chapters in Back and Forth which while set up her crush on Paulo that follows through here, really only solidified the notion that she was a dumb silly slut character with a bit of emotional baggage.  It wasn’t until Volume 3 rolled around that we got our first real sympathetic moment with her in Pillow Talk where she became more of a fleshed out and well-rounded character.

Showing that underneath that ditzy slutty stupid veneer was a great big heart of gold, and actually getting to see the pain Tess caused helped pull sympathy towards this character that a lot of people (myself included) overlooked. She revealed herself to be a character that exuded a lot of heart, and in her own way… maturity. And for every bit of praise I lump onto the Paulo Show, every single part of it is owed to the handling of this one fantastic character.  I didn’t mention it, but the one shining moment in Volume 4 that I honestly can not knock too hard on was Chapter 77 Study Buddy, which set the stage for Rachel to come in as Paulo’s new girlfriend.  In a time in the comic where we weren’t sure what was going to happen, with Lucy being lost and Paulo being a wreck, Rachel stepped in and seamlessly put the comic on her back by being the emotional rock this comic needed.  When everything was falling apart, and all hope was lost, she was the one person to look at these sad sap cats and say,

It'll be okay. And a cynical part of me at the time couldn’t enjoy it for a reason I’ve talked about before in Witch Hunt in reference to Jordan… The more a character is put into the foreground, the more likely it is that they’re going to get hurt.  Rachel could’ve lived happily as a side-character legend among the greats like McCain, and Tess, but what she was doing in getting a relationship with Paulo was putting herself directly in the crosshairs of drama to come in and destroy her, to join the line of bodies that thought they could fix him. Tess tried it and she failed despite being one of the strongest characters in the comic, Jasmine tried but she was too weak of a character and couldn’t elevate herself beyond being a narrative cockwarmer to substitute for Tess.  And while Rachel had all that strong character development, sympathy and relatability, who was to say that the same fate wouldn’t befall her too? It almost seemed inevitable that her relationship with Paulo would end badly, and that she was going to be burned as well so why should we put any emotional investment into this relationship? Why would we ever think that this time it would be different? Well… Because Rachel isn’t like Jasmine, and I’d be damned if I said she was like Tess. The problem with Tess was that she loved Paulo, but she wanted him to change who he was and grow up when he wasn’t ready for that.  Paulo loved Jasmine, but despite him trying to be understanding, changing his behavior, and trying his hardest to be good enough, she just wasn’t ready for the serious relationship she thought she wanted.  Rachel on the other hand… Never asked him to change.  She accepted and loved him for who he was, she knew exactly what he needed.  He didn’t need someone to tell him to change his ways, he didn’t need to bend over backwards to please the person he loved.  All he needed was someone to be there for him, an emotional rock to support him and remind him that he’s worth it.  But what set her apart from all those that came before her. More than her fantastic appearance in Study Buddy… was this scene. Where Rachel teaches Paulo to drive at a drive-in theater, and reality comes bearing down.

In a moment of vulnerability, the weight of Paulo’s feelings come down on him as he recognizes how unfair his relationship with Rachel is.  He realizes that he still loves Lucy and dating Rachel even unofficially is only going to end in pain.  But the thing is…

Rachel understands.  She understood that long before Paulo did.  But it didn’t matter.  She didn’t even mean for their relationship to get serious, she just wanted to help him.  This one moment is what set her apart from every other character in this comic.  She knew she was diving on top of a ticking time bomb.  She knew this relationship wasn’t going to last.  But she didn’t care.  All she ever wanted to do was be there for Paulo.  To help him through the worst period of his life, and show him that he was good enough just the way he was.  She served as a beacon of stability when emotions were high, and everything seemed so chaotic.  This one character rode the ship, and if it wasn’t for her influence in jumping on the grenade and being in a relationship with Paulo… There was no way these chapters would be half as good as they are.  She steered him right, by letting him steer on his own.  She helped rebuild his confidence, after Lucy’s suicide attempt shattered him. If it wasn’t for Rachel, Paulo would’ve been lost.  Probably falling into the extreme of leaning more into his faux playboy persona to fuck the pain away, or resigning to the depression and becoming… well… Mike.  But this one character.  This one moment.  This one relationship.  Saved us all.  Take Heart made me cheer again for BCB.  Local Area made me laugh with BCB… But Small Fry… Rachel… made me care again.  In her, I too felt that it was okay.  That while it may not be safe, I was willing to strap back in. Ignore the bomb under my seat.  And just… Enjoy the ride.

10/10

Thank you for your service, Slut Pup.

[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

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