#but one place suggested he's like 5'8

[axewchao]

A Difficult Topic To Broach

Broach (v): To raise a sensitive or difficult subject for discussion.

In which the Rito and the Hylian have a long overdue talk.

Story's under the readmore! And it's a long one, longest I've probably ever written! Enjoy the wall of text, y'all :'D

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Revali could count on one wing all the times he'd been this nervous.

His first archery competition. His first flight race. The first time another Rito showed romantic interest in him. That time he challenged his endurance by flying nonstop for several hours, followed by him crash-landing on Satori Mountain and meeting the mountain's Lord face-to-face, ending with him shrieking in pure terror as he ran away.

But this… this was something else entirely. It wasn't his pride nor his life on the line, merely his heart.

It had been several weeks since he retrieved that accursed mask from the aforementioned mountain. Several weeks of replaying everything in his head, searching for any signs of deceit or truth, and giving himself a headache from his indecisiveness. Several weeks of lying awake at night with the mask in his arms, refusing to admit that he wished the mask's owner was there with him, to have those long-winded talks he'd grown so fond of.

Several weeks of avoiding the Hylian that caused all this, either hiding out of reach on Medoh or staying out of sight as much as possible when grounded by the other Champions as a group. Daruk and Mipha ended up having Revali as both backup and a sparring partner more often, not that either of them showed any complaints. If anything, Daruk in particular was overjoyed, assuming that their normally standoffish Rito ally was finally coming out of his shell. Rather than deny it, Revali for once held his tongue, letting the loud Goron think whatever he pleased.

The proud back "pats" he could do without, though.

And Urbosa? Revali never liked it when she tried lecturing him, or gave him that look that said 'I can read you like a book.' But it seemed as though this time she was just as in dark as everyone else, only commenting on Revali's shift in behavior a few times before moving on to more important matters, like the Princess' wellbeing, along with her knight's.

Speaking of that little knight…

Revali's rage over "the incident" had mostly died down, enough for him to stomach seeing the Hylian or hearing the other man's name without sneering. The knight in question didn't seem to make any effort to seek Revali out as far as he could tell, though whether it was because of guilt or indifference remained unclear. Revali's first instinct was to assume the latter; that the other boy was back to being his unemotive, uncaring, placid-faced self after his little stunt.

But those dark circles under his eyes, the signs of neglect in his hair, his ears somehow drooping even more than they already do, the overall faded complexion he'd displayed since that fateful night…

No one would take an act that far… would they?

If he truly wished to “toy” with you as you say, would he have bothered to reveal his true self at all?

That was the question Medoh probed Revali with, one he couldn't answer. Because truthfully, he was afraid.

Afraid that everything he assumed was right. That the perfect Rito, the perfect person he was able to form a meaningful connection with, was nothing more than a wicked, heartless lie.

Just this once, he wanted to be wrong.

~~~

Asking the Hylian to meet him alone was not easy.

Something always got in the way. A new monster to fight, a Yiga ambush, the knight just not being left alone for even one damn minute. For all of Zelda's efforts to get away from her appointed knight, he always found a way to keep her in his line of sight. And when she wasn't around, someone else was. From Mipha healing his wounds, to Urbosa dragging him off for sparring or lectures or Medli knows what else, to Daruk challenging his "brother" to random tests of strength. All in an effort to "get the little guy out of his funk!" in the big lug's own words.

Regardless of his "funk" being real or not, Revali had to give the Hylian credit where it was due; enduring such a complete lack of personal space for weeks on end wasn't something just anyone could do. Not without snapping, anyway. Revali would've undoubtedly started pecking at someone or plucking his own feathers by now if he were in the Hylian's talons. Er, shoes.

Was this the reason why he only appeared as a Rito at night, then? Because that was the only free time he actually had? And he chose to spend it with—

Revali forced the faint traces of hope in his heart back down. It was too soon for things like that. That was another thing Medoh told him: to not take his first guess and run with it. The ancient bird really was trying to act like a mentor of sorts, turning this into one giant "lesson" for Revali to learn.

The timing could've been better on her end. Maybe when Revali's ability to trust others wasn't in danger, perhaps? Just throwing it out there.

Now, with all these obstacles in place, simply waiting until nightfall was obviously the correct option, right? Oh, how he wished.

Even on the nights where he wasn't too tired to think clearly, all it would take is one glance at the Hylian and Revali's nerves would fly right out the window. He gave himself excuse after excuse; it's too soon, I don't know what to say, the others will hear us, he'll humiliate me. But the topic needed to be broached, whether Revali liked it or not.

It was either that or suffer in silence forever.

So with a heavy wing and pounding heart, he reached out and grabbed the Hylian's shoulder, stopping both of them from following everyone to the Highland Stable. He ignored the way the other man nearly flinched as he leaned in from behind, his beak barely brushing against a silver-pierced ear.

"We need to talk." He whispered urgently, "Meet me in Faron Woods. Tonight."

The burgundy-haired boy hesitated before nodding, not even turning to meet Revali's eyes. In a way, Revali was grateful; he felt like he would've cracked under the stress if he had to look at those darkened purple irises again. He pulled his wing away as though he'd been burned and continued onward, leaving the knight behind.

He kept walking, even passing the princess and other Champions, eyes firmly locked on his own talons.

He didn't look back, not even when several voices called his name in concern.

~~~

Night had come much sooner than Revali would've wanted.

The sky was clear, both the stars and rising moon were in perfect view, so Revali had no need to worry about getting lost in the dark due to his damned lack of night vision. Under any other circumstance, the moonlight streaking through the trees would've been a lovely sight, but it currently failed to ease his racing mind.

As he walked (he didn't run, shut up) across Fural Plain towards the woods, Revali made the choice to wait by the entrance instead of going inside. This way, he could keep an eye out for when the man in question showed up. The last thing he wanted was to be left sitting in the woods alone like some fool.

He already made a fool of me once, no reason to let him dig the knife in.

Enough of that, Revali.

Revali nearly set off his gale in a panic. Medoh?! Gods, I told you to stop scaring me like that!!

My apologies. But my point still stands, you must stop that nonsense.

What are you talking about?

Clinging to your assumptions. You are doing it again. Medoh paused, as if sighing. And you were doing so well earlier…

Revali scoffed. I don't recall asking for your approval.

Perhaps you did not, but I will express it anyway. Medoh wasn't capable of chuckling, but Revali could practically hear it regardless. You were indeed doing well before. And it is clear that you are trying to do well now. I am glad to see that you took my words to heart.

Revali growled under his breath as he smoothed down his feathers. …Thanks.

Hm? I detect a note of… what was it again… sarcasm? Are you being sarcastic with me?

Don't give me that, you know what sarcasm is, Medoh.

Yes, yes, I am well aware. I was simply trying to calm you down with our usual banter. Medoh's tone suddenly turned to faint concern. Your mind is filled with troubled thoughts…

Revali didn't reply, his crest drooping as he looked down. He leaned against a tree and hugged himself, despite there being no chill in the air.

Are you alright?

Alright? Revali's eyes burned, How could I possibly be alright? My heart could be shattered to pieces by sunrise. How do you expect me to feel?

So you decided to confront him after all?

Aren't you literally in my head all the time?

Medoh paused again before answering, her tone switching back to that of a consultant. Revali… I understand that you are fearing the worst. But I believe that you are… how to put it… overprepared.

Revali raised a brow. What?

You have made yourself aware of the worst possible outcome. Which is, again, understandable. But in the process, you are convincing yourself that the worst result is the only one you will get. Have you forgotten what I said before?

Revali sighed. No… I haven't. But what if…

…Yes?

What if… Revali gulped, his heart picking up speed once more. What if he really is sorry? What then?

Medoh made a confused trill. I do not understand your question.

If he really was just using me, at least then I know what I'll do; hate him for all eternity, never forgive him, and never give him the time of day again. But… If he wasn't, then… Revali trailed off, reluctant to finish the thought.

I do not have the answer to that. What happens next between the two of you is for you both to decide.

Yeah… Revali sighed, I figured you wouldn't. He looked up, gazing toward the distant stable. I know he agreed to come, but…

I am not nearby, so I cannot see him. Nor can I currently see him through your eyes. But the night is young, and you left rather early.

That much was true. Revali had opted to leave for the forest as soon as he'd finished eating that evening. Everyone (minus Mipha and Daruk, who ate their own fill of fish and rocks respectively) had carrot soup this time, but sadly they weren't the godly Kakariko carrots, so he couldn't distract himself with a delicious meal. All he could do was eat quietly while the others talked, and steal glances at the Hylian when no one else was watching.

He has a name, you know.

Oh, shut it.

Yet another preparation, perhaps? Teaching yourself to stop addressing him by name in case the worst comes to pass?

Revali felt himself flush under his feathers, mostly out of anger than embarrassment over the beast's correct guess. Shut up!

You are better off waiting until after your suspicions are confirmed or denied before you try something like this. You have been refusing to call him by name for weeks now.

If he really is as cruel as any other Hylian, then I don't even want to think about his name, let alone utter it. Is that a crime now?

It is if you are doing it before you talk to him. Must you be so dramatic?

It's not dramatic! If he saw no reason to treat me with respect then I don't—

Honestly, Revali… Medoh cut him off, It would not kill you to hold off on your judgement a moment longer. Now be still and hold your tongue. Revali's vision suddenly gained a faint blue hue. The Divine Beast was using his eyes.

The stable. Look again.

Revali did as he was told, but wasn't sure what he was looking for. The blue of Medoh's presence made everything blend together. …What? What is it?

…He is coming. It would seem that much like you, he has no intentions of wasting time.

Wait, what-?! Revali's feathers puffed in alarm. He shook his head and blinked several times, willing Medoh's vision away. Sure enough, there he was, walking down the path towards the now-panicking Rito. His head was down, so Revali couldn't see his face, just locks of burgundy that were much duller than they should've been, even under moonlight.

His time was running out.

No no no no no, not now! Revali hid behind a tree, hoping his feathers would blend in with the foliage. How long has he-? I don't even know what I'll-! He grabbed at his frazzled crest, Medoh, help me out here!! What do I do-?!

As I said before, what happens next depends on you. Both of you, and no one else. I refuse to interfere.

You couldn't give me a better warning, at least-?! Revali mentally yelled as he frantically smoothed down his feathers.

Calm yourself. Be patient and listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement. And not a moment sooner. Do you understand?

I… I…

Do you understand, Revali?

Revali's eyes started to burn, and he shut them tight. After a moment's hesitation, he finally relented. …Yes. I understand.

Good. I will leave you to settle this mess. Do not do anything rash, and do not act as though woe is all that betides you.

Was Medoh really about to just leave him to fend for himself here?? Sure, he never asked for Medoh's assistance in this matter, or any matter at all before, but him not asking never stopped her from meddling anyway!

I wish you the best of luck, my Champion. And with that, Medoh's presence was gone.

Of all the times to leave him alone… why now? It felt like Medoh had just thrown him to the wolves. Damned beast!!

All Revali could do was curl his hands into fists as he tried to force himself to calm down. Keep a straight face. Don't let the Hylian know that his will was unsteady. He had to be firm and direct, like always. He could do this. He had to do this. He—

…was cut off by the sound of someone gasping under their breath.

Oh dear Zephos and Cyclos, he couldn't do this.

Revali looked over his shoulder, and there he was, just a couple feet away.

He felt a brief chill as he stared into those pupilless purple eyes. Eyes that once shone with a light pink glow, eyes that once made him feel a number of different things. They were still rimmed with dark circles, implying that the Hylian either became a night owl from doing gods know what after dark, or he simply wasn't sleeping well.

Revali was afraid to find out the answer. But he already knew that through the conversation they were about to have, he'd get that answer anyway.

At Revali's lack of a reply, the Hylian ducked his head again, looking down at the ground. He raised it back up when Revali cleared his throat.

"Well, it's… good to know that you're punctual." Gods, even that was hard to say. He turned his back, waving the other over with a wing. "Follow me."

He heard footsteps following behind him, and that was enough for now.

~~~

Faron Woods was bigger than it looked on a map.

And in a way, that was a good thing. It meant that when Revali found a decent spot to sit, the view was lovely without looking too cramped or foreboding. The trees overhead provided cover, but still let streaks of blue light through, making even the leaves resemble sapphires. It was a scene worth painting, or taking a picture with the Sheikah Slate.

If things went well, Revali could look back on this clearing fondly. But if they didn't…

His feathers ruffled at the idea. Ignoring the urge to smooth them back down again, he glanced over at the Hy-

You are better off waiting until after your suspicions are confirmed or denied before you try something like this.

…at Dalex, who quickly turned away from him. Even under the shade of the trees, Revali could still see how disheveled he was. He was almost tempted to call this little meeting off and send Dalex back to the stable to rest. But it was too late to turn back; they were already here, and if Revali forced himself to delay this once more, he doubted he'd ever be able to fully shake off the shame.

Revali is many things, but a coward is not, nor shall it ever be, one of them.

He crossed his arms and braced himself. "You… you know exactly why I asked you to come here. Don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

Dalex's ears twitched as he nodded. His silence didn't sit well with Revali.

"You can't nod your way out of this. You and I both know that you can talk." If he looked away as soon as Dalex flinched, then it didn't happen, right?

Be patient. Do not do anything rash.

Revali sighed, "For the last few weeks, I've… been thinking about what I'd say to you. About… that." He couldn't hide the anger in his voice, only lower it. "I thought I'd have everything worked out, like I always do. But… I don't."

Dalex said nothing, the only indication that he was still listening being the twitching of his ears.

"You…" He crossed his arms, "We both know what you did. I don't see any need to waste time pointing it all out." And if he did so, he'd either crack or succumb to rage, and he wasn't about to do either.

Yet again, Dalex said nothing, but his ears drooped impossibly lower.

"There… ever since you… 'revealed' yourself to me, there've been nothing but questions running through my head. So many questions. And every time I thought about asking you, I just…" He squeezed his arms, willing his feathers not to ruffle. Now was not the time for that.

At the third lack of a reply, Revali felt his patience wane. They'll be sitting here til dawn at this rate.

"I'd like you to look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you, Sta-… Dalex." His crest lowered at the near slip-up.

He felt a wave of regret when Dalex finally did look at him. A light breeze had tousled the bangs that normally covered half of Dalex's face, revealing the right side that was hidden from everyone despite looking just as normal as the left.

He looks so exhausted…

If Revali was wrong in the end, that sight wouldn't be leaving his memories any time soon.

"I suppose I will just say it, then…" His beak hung open, piles of questions forming in his throat as though they were at war over which one could come out first. In the end, he settled on the one that was there the longest:

"Why did you pretend to be the Sta-… him?"

Dalex blinked, clearly expecting something else. For Revali to yell again, perhaps? Like he did that night? Part of him wanted to. But just asking that one question took all the anger out of him, leaving nothing but hollow longing.

You were at your happiest when you were with him. If the way he acted as the Starling had any hint of truth, then I want you to be able to see that.

Revali didn't need night vision to see the hints of reluctance in Dalex's eyes. "I won't yell, or scream, or cut you off, none of that. I want to hear what you have to say."

Listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement. And not a moment sooner.

He saw Dalex's mouth twitch, and he bowed his head. "…Please."

He heard Dalex take a deep breath, and then…

"I… I just wanted a break."

Revali raised his head, confused. A… break? "From what?"

"Everything." Dalex's shoulders fell, and his breath hitched. "I've been training to be the Legendary Hero for so long… I couldn't do anything but train, no one would allow me to do anything else. Not when Ganon could show up at any time and destroy everything. I had to follow Her Highness everywhere she went, even if she hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. I have to listen to other knights acting like jealous little pricks because I got the Master Sword and they didn't."

Revali winced at that last statement, but thankfully Dalex had already covered his face with his hand.

"Everyone looks at me like I'm either a god amongst men that will save them all or the bane of their existence, and I just-" He stopped, his whole body shuddering. "…Do you remember what I said at Warbler's Nest?"

He most certainly did. How could he forget?

"My life had barely gotten started and I already had to give it up. I couldn't say no; my-… what I had to do, what I still have to do is too important. Is… is it wrong if I'm upset about it…?"

Revali told him otherwise that night… He held the Sta- Dalex's wing in his own and told him that it wasn't fair.

"If I were in your wings, I’d be completely furious.”

"All this time, I never got the chance to do anything unless I had a reason, a damn good one at that. If it wasn't necessary for my role as the Hero, then I couldn't do it. I wasn't… I'm not supposed to be anything but the Hero."

Were… were Revali's ears tricking him or did he just hear a sniffle?

"I… have to be the Hero. I can't be anything else. Not until Ganon's gone. But I…" He pushed his bangs away, eyes now shining with unshed tears. "I was just so tired."

You look like you're still tired. Revali thought to himself. "That's why you used the mask?"

Dalex rubbed his eyes, nodding. "I didn't- I wasn't trying to… to quit, or anything, I'd never do that. I just, I just wanted to get away from it, for a little while."

"But… surely you've heard about those things before. Many have claimed that they'll curse those foolish enough to wear them." Revali personally didn't believe in such things, but he heard it through the grapevine plenty of times, especially near the end of autumn.

"Yeah… I know. That's what I said to the guy that gave me the mask in the first place." A tear fell before he could stop it, and Revali felt a chill run down his spine at the hero's admission. "But… but that first night, I just kept thinking about everything. About my duty, about Her Highness, about Ganon, about y-…"

About… me? Revali's heart fluttered, and he couldn't fathom why.

"I couldn't… I couldn't handle it anymore. I put it on, turned into- into him, and…"

"…Bumped into me." Revali finished. He remembered that night clearly as well. He never thought a Rito could be so clumsy, crashing into him just as he reached his favorite landing. That could've been the only time they ever interacted, but… "…Why spend your 'break' with me, then?"

Dalex made a choked noise, like he was holding back a sob.

"We both know that I've made my… opinions on your status as the Hero very clear. By all means, you should've wanted to avoid me as much as the princess avoids you. Yet you sought out my company above anyone else's."

"I-I wasn't- I mean, I didn't-" Dalex stammered, rubbing his eyes. "I just thought… I thought that things would be different. If I didn't have that damn sword."

Revali tilted his head. "Different?"

Dalex suddenly glared, the tear streaks somehow making his expression even more intense. "Everything I said to you as… as him. Think about what those things were."

Revali was struck silent as memories rushed to the front of his mind, one after another.

"Revali, that was incredible! How're you able to hit so many bullseyes from so far away?!"

"I never thought your bow would have so much weight to it… you're stronger than you look!"

"You're really lucky you get to see your mom all the time… I can't wait to see mine again."

"You know, I was wondering… You've picked up a lot of blacksmithing know-how from your mom. More than I've ever heard, at least. What made you turn to archery, anyway?"

"Ugh, how can you stand carrots? They're awful! Wha- EWWW! Keep them away from me, you- you featherbrain!"

"I never thought there'd be so many uses for your feathers… You guys are like, masters at repurposing."

"Fly across the Gerudo Desert, huh… I never thought about what lay beyond all that sand… but if your dad came from somewhere out there, then yeah, there's gotta be something! It's not like Hyrule is the only place with life in it, after all!"

"Maybe the other Champions were blessed. That's all well and good, but… I have to agree with you, nothing can beat hard work to get where you need to be. And your Gale is… It's more than just a skill. It's literally the start of a whole new legacy for all the Rito."

And one memory in particular stood out amongst all the others:

"To be honest, Revali… I can't remember the last time I talked to someone about anything other than my-… my journey. How important it is, how 'honorable' and 'noble' it is… I'm sick of hearing that. I just want to talk about literally anything else, and… I can, with you. It… It's nice, is what I'm saying."

Dalex, the Legendary Hero, the Hylian Champion, the mightiest knight in all of Hyrule… had said those words right to Revali's face.

"Would you have believed me if I said them the way I am now?" At Revali's silence, Dalex chuckled. "Thought so… You know, hearing you actually have a problem with me being the Hero… it was refreshing, in a way."

"Wh-Refreshing?" Revali was taken aback, "I fail to see how-"

"You didn't like that I had the sword, yeah. But… you weren't a complete ass about it. You at least offered to let me prove myself to you a few times instead of moaning and groaning nonstop." Like that time he suggested they battle on Medoh's back, followed by him bailing from Dalex's lack of a response. Not one of Revali's better moments…

"And… I've seen the way you act when, uh, 'off duty,' I guess. 'Specially around kids. It's sweet."

Revali's feathers ruffled at the compliment. It was true, he'd been known to dote on the children back in Rito Village; offering archery lessons, cooking large meals to feed them in groups, telling stories of his battles against the more powerful monsters, and so on. He'd caught Dalex listening in only once, but that was apparently enough.

"But… whenever you spoke to me, it always came back to my title. That stupid sword. And I just…" Dalex sighed, rubbing his arm. "I thought that… maybe if I didn't have it, then I'd actually get to talk to you. I'd been wanting to, anyway…"

"Have you now…?" Something about that statement made Revali's heart beat just a little faster.

"And I did. And it was… probably some of, if not the best nights I've ever had in my life. I could finally be… me. I actually remembered how to do that, even after a decade of being the Hero." Dalex's smile fell as soon as it came. "But as time went by, and I got to know you more, I…"

"…You what?"

"I started to realize it- it still wasn't-" Dalex pinched his brow, struggling to find his words. "It still wasn't me. Not in your eyes. Could I really count as your friend when you didn't even know who I really was?" He stopped to sniffle before continuing, "That's… that's why I…"

"…You took off the mask in front of me." Revali finished for him.

Dalex nodded, crossing his arms. "You… you deserve a real friend. Someone that can actually speak to you without needing to hide behind a mask the whole time. When I realized what I was doing, I… I had to stop it. I was being selfish and I was hurting you and…" He stopped to take a breath, then raised his eyes to meet Revali's. "And I'm so sorry."

Had… Had Dalex ever apologized for this before? Revali couldn't remember; most of that night became a blur due to his heartbreak and rage. He wouldn't be surprised if his outburst prevented Dalex from doing just that.

Hearing it now, though… it felt real. Revali wanted it to be real, so badly.

"You… you don't have to worry about me using it anymore. The mask, I mean. I threw it away." Dalex briefly looked away to growl under his breath, "Whoever finds it can have it, for all I care…"

Now the former, Revali remembered hearing Dalex say, before Revali silenced him with a gale as he fled. And thanks to a little (er, big) birdy, Revali had undeniable proof that Dalex had completely abandoned the mask. It took a fair bit of strength to not admit that he knew already, and that said mask was now hidden away in his own home.

As for what Revali could say… was there anything? Dalex had said his piece, so…

Listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement.

"…I would say that I knew what to think about all of this… but frankly, I don't." He ran a wing through his crest, "If I hadn't blown up at you when I did, then maybe you would've said all this already. Maybe we'd already know where to go from here. Or have an idea, at least…"

Dalex fell silent once more, ears twitching at his words.

I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but… Medoh was right. I was too prepared. Now I don't know what to do.

"I… don't know if I forgive you yet. Or even at all." He didn't see Dalex wince. He didn't. "But… It doesn't seem like you're lying, at least."

He did see the stunned look cross Dalex's face. Once again, it looked as though he was expecting Revali to say something else. An accusation, perhaps? A blatant disregard of his reasons behind everything that's happened between them?

When Revali thought about it, Dalex hadn't so much as tried to beg or fish for forgiveness in the entire conversation… Was he preparing for the worst too? If he was, then that would mean he…

The possibility is there. You know this. That he truly felt remorse for hurting you so.

Revali rubbed his temples as he felt a headache come on. The constant mental back-and-forths haven't been doing him any favors these past few weeks. He was so tired…

"Are… are you alright?" Revali heard the concern in Dalex's voice, and waved it off with a wing.

"I'm fine." Without giving Dalex a chance to reply, he started to stand. "…We should head back."

It was an abrupt end, Revali knew this. And he was pretty sure that they'd have to talk about this a bit more before Revali could make a decision. But again, he was tired. This whole conversation was probably the most exhausting thing he'd experienced in weeks, and all he'd mostly done was sit and listen. At this point, he just wanted to curl up in a cheap stable bed and sleep.

He was so tired, in fact, that he didn't even think twice about offering his wing to Dalex, who took it without uttering another word. Nothing was said when he gave that smaller hand a mild squeeze, and nothing was said when he held onto it, only letting go once they exited Faron Woods.

It wasn't the wing Revali held at Warbler's Nest all those nights ago. Not even close.

But… it still felt the same.

[eteru-roses]

"No matter how the wind howls, the mountain can not bend to it."

(^ quote from mulan :p)

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🌿 when sending an ask, please specify who its for. if not specified, it will be answered by both atamai and rida, or whoever i think fits it best. if you want to ask me, ren/guy behind the screen, specify so.

🎧 im absolutely terrible at reading tone, so i ask that you please use tone tags

🌿 This is a multiship blog 🎧

there are more rules when it comes to this!

🌿 relationships will not under ANY circumstances intersect with eachother.

🎧 this also means that i won't be having poly relationships with my characters. i don't know how to handle them.

🌿 i, the mod won't be getting into any irl relationships

🎧 as stated in the previous section, please, no heavy nsfw. suggestive jokes are fine. be reminded both my characters and i are on the acesexual spectrum

🌿 if you would like to start a ship with one of my characters, please privately message me. I would like to set something up with you.

If any of the rules stated are broken, i will first privately contact you, giving you a warning. the second time i will send you a dm, then block you.

okay now all that stuff is over, we can talk about my characters and i now :3

🌿 atamai ēteru 🌿

🌿 atamai speaks in blue text

🌿 age: 18/eighteen

🌿 birthday: december 12th

🌿 year: junior / third (3rd)

🌿 height: 5'8~5'10 / about 175 cm

🌿 dorm: octavinelle

🌿 class: 3-A

🌿 gender/pronouns: amab, he/they

🌿 sexuality: omniromantic demiromantic (masc preference) demisexual

🌿 Iikes: old/classic literature, his plants, gardening, his cat

🌿 dislikes: loud places/noises, crowds, bright lights, unconsentual physical contuct

🌿 least favorite food: any seafood/fish

🌿 favorite food: spring/hanami/tri-color dango

atamai ēteru is a quieter young man. he tends to have a more formal/proper way of speaking, and is rather short with his responses if he doesn't know who he is speaking to. once he gets closer to someone, he speaks more casually and freely around them. he has a more business casual way of dressing, typically wearing collared button-up shirts and vests, along with dress pants. he has a small white cat in his dorm named jasmine. he enjoys plants, especially interesting ones. his favorite flowers are snapdragons. he has autism, ptsd, and adhd. he tends to speak in a more formal way, i promise he doesn't hate anyone.

his backstory can be found here

you can find picrews here

pintrest board of his clothing taste here

🌿 atamai's relationships

friends/platonic

🌸 @/nrcbookclub 🌿 trystia sullivan 🌿 considers her a sister in all but blood 🌸

🌸 @/official-nrc-prophet 🌿 atlas cassandrasan 🌿 conaiders him a friend 🌸

🌸 @/official-vil-schoenheit 🌿 vil schoenheit 🌿 considers him a friend 🌸

🌸 @/floyd-leech-thing 🌿 floyd leech 🌿 considers him a friend/co-workers 🌸

🌸 @/jadeleech-official 🌿 jade leech 🌿 co workers 🌸

🌸 @/seven-seas-octavinelle 🌿 azul ashengrotto 🌿 friends? he's mai's boss 🌸

partners/romantic

🌸 none yet! 🌸

🎧 rida ēteru 🎧

🎧 age: 17

🎧 birthday: may 20th

🎧 year: sophomore/2nd(second)

🎧 dorm: heartslabul

🎧 height: 6'1 / about 185 cm

🎧 gender/prns: trans male/afab he/xe

🎧 sexuality: panromantic asexual

🎧 likes: talking, horror games, listening to music

🎧 dislikes: unconsentual touch, getting yelled at, dogs (they scare him)

🎧 fun facts: he has a ginger cat named pepper, along with liking horror games, he likes games similar to splatoon

rida is a very extroverted, talkative young man. he has a bright and happy personality. he enjoys horror games, and can play most of them without flinching. he is rather smart for someone as talkative as himself. he is the younger brother of atamai. he has adhd, ptsd, and bipolar.

backstory has not yet been written.

you can find his picrews here

pintrest board of his fashion taste here

i also made him a spotify playlist here

🎧 rida's relationships

friends/platonic

🎧

partners/romantic

🎧 @/nrcbookclub 🎮 harvey moore 🎮 his boyfriend <3 🎮 #rida's butterfly 🎧

✩ about mod/ren - dude behind the screen ✩

hi!!! im ren (nickname) , so hi! i speak in purple text. i have medically diagnosed adhd and autism, please be patient with me. i dont have the brightest past, please dont yell(or all caps in this case) at me when upset. it is very VERY triggering. i use he/they and im a transmasc demiromantic omniromantic asexual

i love making friends, dms always open!!

say hi boys!!

hello.

hi!!!!!

credit for the dividers go to @/cafekitsune

also if anyone's wondering about the quote its because both of them are based off mulan :p

[exploring8709]

Rough with a Gymbro

I'm honestly still going over in my head what happened. I'm a little shocked and admittedly still in a haze over this. I felt a rush, initially, to get my feelings down so I wouldn't forget, but now I'm feeling a little shy about sharing as I haven't fully processed everything. It didn't feel like me. But it definitely was me. There definitely isn't any regret, but I'm also still a little confused, maybe? I'm still trying to put words around it like a classic over thinker.

That night, though, there wasn't much preamble to speak of.

We were at his going away party, both tipsy after indulging in champagne after an intense workout. And then we were on the street, loud and raucous. And then a moment passed between us. The moment felt like a surging wave against a buckling dam. A month's worth of tension. A month's worth of supposed antagonism. Butterflies in my stomach. And then the dam broke.

I fucking hated this guy. I fucking loathed him and how he made me feel about myself. And then we were kissing in an alley. Then at his door. And then in his apartment, filled with moving boxes.

Kissing is a charitable description. His mouth devoured mine. I've never felt so physically inconsequential standing in someone's presence. He loomed over me. From where I usually sweat in our class, I never really noticed how solid he was. How large. How every part of his body felt like steel cables. I'm not a small girl. 5'8" in heels. And I felt like Faye Wray being grasped by King Kong.

And I was so turned on. Lovemaking has always held an ethereal, soft place in my life. It was something done by two-people in love. All gauzy, sweet expressions of mutual love and respect. This was hungry. Animalistic. This was Irish Lad, but as a sport, a workout, a fucking competition. And it filled me with newfound clarity . . . a sense of self that was in the moment and nothing beyond. I wanted to fuck this Jackass Gymbro so badly, I was sopping wet in anticipation.

He made short work of his shirt. Weird details flit back into my memory. His broad and muscled chest was hairless. The Twit, The Ex had hairy chests that felt like thin blankets. When I put my hands on Gymbro's chest, it felt like a brick wall. Solid. Immovable.

And then my tank top was ripped up and his mouth devoured my nipple. He sucked on one while his other muscular hand kneaded the other, just having his way with it. Pinching, mauling, squeezing it like I was his plaything. Even now, as a recollection, I remembered feeling like a passenger in this. That my agency wasn't exactly my own, even though I wanted this. His mouth on my breasts. The hunger he was exhibiting, the steely joy he was displaying, just made me weak, made me even more turned on. I don't want to say that I felt helpless, but his size, his strength, his need wasn't going to be stopped. I was bent over backwards as his mouth enveloped my breast, devouring it as if he was starving. I was flattered. I felt loved, even though we most definitely were not in love. I felt desired. I was so fucking turned on, I was going to let him do anything to me as long as it was more of this and as long as he approached it with the same gusto.

And his voice. His deep gravelly voice, literally like Vin Diesel on steroids, telling me bluntly what he wanted to do to me. Telling me he how badly he wanted to fuck me. How badly he wanted to fill me with his cock. He was no Baudelaire, but my face burns red even now at the thought of his words. The stark, direct filthy things he was saying . . . were so raw, visceral. They were demands, not suggestions. And it fucked with my mind . . . I wanted him to do these things to me. It aroused me to no end that he wanted me that badly. Up until recently, I thought he hated me. Loathed me. Worse yet, didn't even know I existed. I've never been talked to like that before . . . it was definitely a vibe.

I couldn't bring myself to talk back though. It was . . . awkward. I couldn't form the words, perhaps because my wires were so crossed up. This sort of passion was too new to me so new neural pathways were forming. And honestly, I was too overwhelmed by what was happening to me. What was being done to me.

His fingers snaked into my leggings, entering me roughly, possessively and if it were possible I remember blushing even deeper. Jackass Gymbro had just discovered how wet I was for this. How much I wanted this. I moaned in disappointment when he pulled his fingers out to show me my own wetness. His fucking smirk speaking volumes about his little victory. I fucking hated him. HATED. HIM.

But I wanted him to fuck me now.

And then my mind did absolute somersaults when he picked me up. Like I was nothing. Like I was one of his barbells. I was lifted like I was nothing and dropped on his bed, and he quite literally had his way with me. I remember squealing when I hit the bed, but then he was on me. On top of me. Pushing my legs apart with ease. I've never felt so small with a man before and it scared me a little. He was too strong. His grip on me . . . his hands holding me down . . . his weight on my body . . . his body just enveloped me. Make no mistake, I was not fighting for him to stop, but I wanted to regain some sort of control. Regain some semblance of . . . . dignity? It felt like I should be an equal participant. Like I owed it to all women to be more equal in this. A partner. Like we should be dancing a symbiotic dance together. But we weren't. And then I felt his the head of his cock brush up against my wet pussy, just enough to push me open slightly and all was lost after that. I pleaded for him to fuck me and like the jackass that he was he asked me to repeat myself. I groaned with frustration and tried in vain to reach for his cock to no avail. Every urge in me to just get up and leave was simply overwhelmed by how much I wanted him inside me. So I begged him to fuck me.

And he did.

I was momentarily stunned silent when he pushed his cock into me with one quick thrust. His cock wasn't any bigger than I had before (all three of them now), but it was the whole package. I fell almost into a trance, reveling in the sweet friction . . . like I didn't need to do anything but just take it and let the pleasure swallow me. Accept his thrusting. His constant thrusting. It hurt when he entered me initially, but when I took the length of him . . . not just the tip of his cock . . . I felt full. Complete. And I just took it. As his cock, his enormous form, his strong hands just . . . HAD me. All I could do was moan, then scream, then just grunt, then just whimper.

Then over the course of the evening, he basically threw me around the bed. He moved me into whatever position he wanted me in. I've never been fucked like that before. Every part of his body that I touched felt so . . . Solid. Not even real. Like he was a solid metal robot. His arms were like iron bars. His hands were thick and strong. His hands, his arms . . . he just grabbed me and held me where he wanted me to be. He spread my legs wide as if I was a gymnast (which I am NOT), my legs straining, my muscles pulling. I remember the feeling of his chest, sweaty, so well defined, like I was pushing against a wall, slick, but unyielding. And me being unable to do anything but match his thrusts with my hips.

Then my legs were over his shoulders. Then he raised me up on my shoulders pinning me down with every thrust. I could do nothing, but take it. I was just a doll for his pleasure and it made me so fucking hot. And then I was on my side with just one leg over his shoulder. And then I was on all fours, feeling his hips beat a pattern on my back side. The slap slap slap of fucking, my moans and his primal grunts danced together in my ears. And then I was on my stomach, feeling his full weight on me, our sweat mingling. He was in me so deep, as he straddled my thighs and thrust into me. Again, I was helpless under his weight, but I had lost count how many times I had cum. I loved something about this position, feeling just enveloped by his bulk, like I was only there only for his pleasure. I felt so overwhelmed by his passion, I wanted to give it back, I wanted to please him so much, and if he wanted me a certain way, I'd be in that way to help him get off. It felt odd, but it felt right at the same time. It really turned me on that he wanted me so badly and I just wanted to help him. I wanted to do anything to facilitate his pleasure. All I could do was raise my ass up and hunch along with his thrusts as he drilled me into the bed. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as my face wrapped into his blankets, muffling my own grunts and my hands grasping at the sheets as if gripping them for dear life would extend the pleasure that was exploding inside me. I could hear my own voice . . . almost hoarse from the sounds I was making.

This was nothing like sex with The Ex. The Twit. Or even Irish Lad. This was FUCKING. Raw, carnal. And I was just a passenger. Honestly, it felt so good to just shut off. To fall into a puddle of wetness. To let the pleasure of his full scale assault on my senses envelope me. To just lay back and TAKE IT. To not have to think about him. To not have to think about what my next move was going to be. To not have to think what he was thinking of me. He obviously wanted me. He was fucking me silly. It felt invigorating that I didn't have to be 10 steps ahead all of the time. This was happening to me. I just had to sit back and enjoy it . . . .

Finally, I remember hearing him groan and then feel a momentary sense of loss when he pulled his cock from me. I felt his cum splash on my back, on my ass. I almost felt empty when his thrusting stopped, but I was suddenly exhausted.

I was sore, still a little drunk, but not sure if it was from the alcohol or having just been in a sexual stupor for the last hour or so. Being twisted, pulled, spread, held, gripped by this fucking Jackass Gymbro. I was drenched with sweat. And I felt elated. It brought me such relief to not have to THINK so much. He wanted what he wanted and I all I had to do was just be there. Be a source of pleasure for him. And he just took what he wanted. I wasn't an English Major with an MBA working in corporate finance. I was simply there for his pleasure. I liked the simplicity of this transaction. I could be in the moment and I could enjoy it.

We lay in his bed for a moment, a tangle of sweaty limbs, just breathing heavy. And then we laughed. And laughed. I told him honestly that I felt like he was my personal trainer and he just put me through one of his toughest workouts. He stared at me unphased and told me that wasn't even the hardest level. I honestly felt butterflies.

We lay there for a moment longer, him caressing my back. It was nice. But I told him that I had to go to work the next day. I found all of my workout clothes strewn about his apartment and limped out of his place, but not before he put his number into my phone.

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that QUINTA 'QUINN' BRODY.. they're a 36-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being ABRASIVE & BOISTEROUS but there are some people who have seen them being SELF-ASSURED & DECISIVE. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of loud laughter between brothers in arms, a box full of mementos, and having a love-hate relationship with being one of the boys, but that could just be because they're considered the TOMBOY WITH A GIRLY STREAK around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

Long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you And long live the look on your face And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered

OVERVIEW

Name: Quinta Johanna Brody (née: de Souza)

Nickname(s): Quinn

DOB: January 19, 2088

Age: 36

FC: Jacqueline Sato

Height: 5'8"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Firefighter

Relationship Status: Married to Theseus 'Theo' Brody

[+] self-assured, strong-willed, decisive [–] abrasive, brazen, boisterous

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death

Growing up, Quinn never really learned how to put down roots. A born and bred military brat, whose father had also been a born and bred military brat in a long line of military brats, she spent her childhood living on various bases.

She lost both of her parents in quick succession when she was 16 years old. First, her mom passed away after a lengthy battle with a terminal illness, and shortly after, her dad was killed in action. Fate has a cruel sense of humour.

She might have lost herself in the grief if it weren't for her aunt and uncle, Peggy and John Jones, who immediately agreed to take her in. Moving to DFW after only living on military bases was a little jarring, but their love and support helped ease the transition; and honestly, it was nice to have one place to call home.

It was also nice to have sibling figures after years of being an only child. At the time, her aunt and uncle had two adopted children of their own; Clara, whom she looked up to and almost immediately started emulating, and Neptune, who was the same age as Quinn and quickly became her best friend.

Given her own family history, it came as no surprise when she chose to enlist at the same time and into the same branch of the military as Neptune. Like him, she joined the Navy after high school and eventually became a Navy SEAL.

Quinn was 25 years old and on leave from the Navy when two life-changing events transpired. First, Neptune found Karma under his bed and brought her home to Peggy and John. Second, she met Theo Brody at a bar.

After a few drinks, the two of them shared their respective woes: he explained that his parents kept harping on him to get married, and she confided that she was concerned about her family's financial situation now that they suddenly had another mouth to feed. As a joke, she suggested that if they got married, it would solve both of their problems—his parents would get off his case, and she would get paid more by the Navy. By the end of the night, it wasn't a joke anymore.

So, they got married. Even though it was mostly on paper, they did start a physical relationship that they picked up every time she came back home; and while they lived separate lives when she was gone, they stayed in touch.

She was in her early thirties when she finished her service, moved back to DFW, and started working as a firefighter with one of Clara's husbands. However, now Theo was the one who was travelling for work, so any plans to figure out what was up with their marriage were once more put on the back burner.

At this point, Quinn isn't entirely sure what she would classify them as. The most accurate description would probably be that they're roommates with benefits who also happen to be legally married. But hey, it works for them, right?

[sleidog]

Learn about my OCs! Post #4 Tai

Stinky necromancer time

[ Name ]  Taibhseil/Tai/Master Tai

[ Species ] Sylvari

[ Height ] 5'8"

[ Age ] Unknown, est. 21~ [actually over 400]

[ Class ] Harbinger/Mesmer

[ Cycle ] Unknown

[ Gender ] Nonbinary, he/they

[ Status ] Widower; single

[ Orientation ] Pansexual 

Tai is a presumed secondborn sylvari and the current leader of the Maguuma branch of the Necromantic order, a league of necromancers who govern younger practitioners of this sensitive class.

Despite his position of power, Tai modestly resides within the Grove, mentoring young sprouts on the uses and dangers of necromancy. Most noteably, he has taught Ruisehart, a practicing funeral director/mortician specializing in sylvari. Tai also has an assistant who can usually be seen with them, Molltaire, a sylvari of dubious origin, suspected of being a nightmare courtier spy.

[ P e r s o n a l I t y ] 

Tai is sly and cunning with an extremely sharp wit. While they are extremely effective at what they do, if something doesn't go to plan they can become quick to anger and blame or punish subordinates for their own shortcomings.

Tai can be particularly grating to be around, even for those who can tolerate his holier than thou attitude; Tai is extremely particular about his work and living space and nothing can be out of place, this is often a point of argument with their live-in assistant. Tai's general thirst for knowledge and conquest leaves them to become bored with anyone who Tai deems too 'easy' or simple-minded to stimulate their senses.

  [ L i k e s  &  D i s l i k e s ] 

✔ Quiet ✔ order/tidiness  ✔ Mental stimulation  ✖ Narrowmindedness    ✖ Lack of ambition   ✖ Small talk   

  [ H o b b i e s ]  • Reading • Research [particular focus on anatomy of other races] • collecting old ascalonian artifacts and old world tech   [ S t a t i s t i c s ] 

  [ A b i l i t i e s ] 

Shroud; Like most Necromancers, Tai has the ability to step into the shroud and gain a second wind in particularly taxing battles that go for the long play. While in shroud his powers are enhanced and their body is covered in a thick black mist with an eerie sickly green glow. Within the shroud, Tai's body appears slightly larger and less lean, the suggestion of spikes from Tai's head down along their back are also present in the mist.

Soul harvesting; Tai's primary staff is outfitted with a set of runestones set into the eyes of the skull topping it that can pull the soul from a body at the point of death. Tai can manipulate these souls to a point; usually he will used the lifeforce of the soul to amp up their shroud, or provide more lifeforce to a minion. Souls used in this way can never be recovered if Tai is knocked out of their shroud form or the minion using the soul's lifeforce is killed [breaking his resolve however will release the soul!]. One caveat to this skill; Tai can never manipulate more souls than his own power can handle, causing the staff to become basically useless. The runestones themselves are harvested from two Dragon Champions, one from Zhaitan and one from Mordremoth.

Minions; Tai has the basic Necromancer ability to summon and create minions from composite parts. Tai in particular prefers the use of shadow fiends and flesh golems, though he does keep two shambling horrors in his home as 'pets'. His minions resemble the GW1 meshes more than the GW2 meshes.

Mesmer disguise;  Tai predates the defeat of abbadon, keeping a sliver of his dual class. This primarily allows them to assume a disguise, providing Tai has already seen the person or creature he's disguising himself as at least once. The details of such transformation are entirely reliant on Tai's memory, and as such may not be as accurate as a fully fledged mesmer's illusions.

Old world knowledge; Having lived through it, Tai has fantastic recollection of events even missing or redacted from history books.

[ T r i v i a ] • Tai's staff isn't his only living weapon; they also have a living axe called Vassago, which is alive yet less sentient than their staff.

• Tai's choice in clothing is surprising to other secondborn and firstborn sylvari, as they have a preference towards human made clothing.

• In dim light, Tai's body can be seen to have a pale glow throughout that pulses similarly to a regular sylvari; though for Tai in particular, this 'internal' glow is separate to the glow on their skin. In particularly dark areas, Tai's skeletal and organ structure can be seen blotting out the glow from within them.

• Tai predates the supposed first sylvari by a few centuries, having been part of the original tree that left the seeds that later grew the Pale Tree. The other sylvari from Tai's tree are presumed dead or worse, twisted into Mordrem minions.

• Tai has two long tendrils that grow from their collarbone and drape down over their back. These incredibly prehensile appendages are often used to hold or examine items while Tai keeps their hands free for combat.

• The sprouts protruding from Tai's eyebrow area are capable of expressing emotion to a degree by how slack or alert they are.

[xsurvivalistx]

Claudio Rivera. The Tinker. Survivalist through and through. 

001.  GENERAL

name  Claudio Rivera

nicknames  hard-ass

age  forty-three

date of birth  January 8th 1977.

zodiac  capricorn

place of birth  new york

current residence  new york

gender  male

pronouns  he/him

sexuality  homosexual

occupation  ceo of Rivera corperations.

faceclaim  mark consuelos

height  5'8

tattoos  none

piercings  none

distinguishing features  the ever present cocky smirk on his lips.

positive traits  resourceful, witty

negative traits  rough, high-maintence

labels / tropes  the hbic

likes  when people do what he says, when he says it.

dislikes  when people don't listen to him.

fears  not being successful. being broke.

hobbies  reading, negotiating.

habits  smoking, drinking.

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

the questions here for each section are suggestions to get you thinking. as long as the section is appropriately elaborated upon, you’re fine!

near death experience…  one of the few times that Claudio agreed to team up with a coworker on a project, and they explode the building. Claudio found himself close to death. he tried her best to claw his way out of the rubble and inventions that he had made...but it was no use. thankfully, the rescue services managed to find him. otherwise he’s afraid he may not have ever gotten the chance to become as successful as she was.

power…  he can create anything he sets his mind to. he just needs access to the resources and equipment. 

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  he can't just magically make the thing appear. he has to get the supplies and actually create it. He doesn’t have telekinesis or anything like that to help him out unfortunately!

(if applicable)  cerberus corp…  after hearing of his company, they recruited his coorperation to help them with testing. the company has a great track record in both inventing and science, and he doesn't plan on stopping now.

codename… tinker. it's what the news gave him when they caught the man playing with some electral wiring while trying to steal some supplies. Personally? he hates the name, but he's not going to waste precious time trying to think of some silly name.

003.  EXTRA

an optional section where you can give a bio / stats / pinterest / spotify / connections you’re looking for.

Bio: 

Even at a young age, if you asked Claudio Rivera what his biggest fear was? The young boy would say that it was to be unsuccessful. Poor. His parents struggled to keep a job. And he saw the struggles they put up with, especially his mother. Granted, the alcohol and drugs definitely didn't help. His mother was a stripper while her husband bummed off of her. Sometimes he would try to keep a job, although most of the time? He didn't. But Claudio’s mother loved him regardless, which Claudio thought she was crazy for doing so. He wasn't contributing around the house...He wasn't making money...He was useless. And as they got behind on bills more and more? He got more unbearable as the stress mounted. It wasn’t exactly uncommon to hear a cry of pain from either a young Claudio or his mother around the house.

Which is why Claudio couldn't wait to leave. He had been saving up for years. Money that he’s hid most of his life. And while his father had taken some of it here and there when he came across it? He’s been better at hiding it. And when he finally had enough money? Claudio decided to go to college. He wanted to be a inventor. So he got a degree in engineering and a science degree. Although he focused on the engineering, and his partner focused more on the science and medical. The two worked hard. And sure...Some of the stuff they did? Wasn't exactly legal. 

He created stuff for companies. Great inventions that anyone would be happy to have. Although his favorite things to create was definitely weaponry. His partner and himself also dabbled in medical studies as well. One day, his partner had taken it a step too far. Testing on a human when they clearly weren't ready. It caused a series of events, and led to the entire building blowing up while Claudio had been working on one of his inventions. He ended up burried underneath. He pushed, clawed, squirmed...Even while impaled. He wasn't going to die here...Claudio COULDN'T die here. There was still so much shit he had left to do. And he wasn't going to let his partner's mistake cost him his life. 

And it didn't. What it did do, however? Was open another door to him. Omnifabrication. He could think of what he wanted to build, and know just how exactly to do it. What materials Claudio would need. And sure, some of those things take time to acquire and what not. But now that he could craft things that were breakthroughs and thought to be merely fictional before? He was a resource that many people clamored for. And his company? Absolutely flourished. Claudio quickly became rich, and one of the most powerful men in the world. And he acted like it. He took care of his mother, although made sure his father didn't get a penny after he left Claudio’s mother for some other woman. 

Cerberus approached him and made Claudio a deal though. All of this money for some inventions. And how could he say no? At first, he just created weapons and other items for them. But then he began testing things for them and allowing them to test at a safe place in his building. And then Claudio began dabbling in researching their people for them. All in all? He may not be a agent. But he definitely has agency within cerberus. And that's perfectly okay with him.

Claudio became a anti-hero over time. At first? He was simply a villain. Stealing supplies when he needed them before his business went off and became as successful and powerful as it did. Hell, he even stole from Cerberus a time or two and was never caught. However, now? He’s a anti-hero. Using his inventions and his skills to protect people through his rough way. Although he’s definitely not a full fledged hero. He still uses his powers selfishly and isn’t afraid to work against some heroes to put himself in a better position, or even to work with some villains if he thinks it’s best. He’s trained in many forms of combat, and he is a perfect shot. Often times using guns, knives, and staffs more than actual hand to hand combat. He goes by the name Tinker, although personally? He despises the name. But he has things to do, and making some silly alias? Wasn't anywhere near the top of his list.

[stcrsabcve]

(—) ★ spotted!! CATHERINE "ROCKY" KENNEDY on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like WALLIS DAY, but i don’t really see it. while  the F1 DRIVER is known for being CONFIDENT my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be A PERFECTIONIST i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song I’M GOOD (BLUE) BY DAVID GUETTA AND BEBE REXHA {she/they / ciswoman} 

Name: Catherine "Rocky" Kennedy Nicknames: Rocky, Cat (usually reserved for family or close loved ones)Age: 26 Height: 5'8" Gender: ciswoman Marital Status: unmarried Sexuality: Lesbian Mother: Kathy Kennedy Father: Jonathan Kennedy Siblings: Jordana Kennedy (41) Lydia Kennedy (39) Mackenzie Kennedy-Holder (33), Jonathan "Johnny" Kennedy (28) Frankie Kennedy (23-24) Extended family: Micah Kennedy (22, Nephew) Madeline Kennedy (21, Niece)

it was obvious early on that Catherine was going to share more than just her name with her mother. Baby photos of the pair shared all over showing the fact that Katherine Kennedy gave birth to a mini version of herself.

Much to Kathy's dislike their name and looks were where the similarities stopped. From a young age Kathy had tried to get her into modelling, and young Catherine showed no interest. She always showed far more interest in chasing her older siblings around and getting herself into trouble (the family laundry was considerably larger for a long time and it hadn't had anything to do with the youngest Kennedy's birth)

Age 3 Catherine earned her nickname "Rocky." She had been playing nicely with a young boy at an event the family attended. The Kennedy parents paid no attention to it until a loud 'Thwack!' was heard and the boy began crying. No one heard exactly what was said but 3-year-old Catherine insisted that the right hook she delivered to the boy's face was justified. Jonathan had simply scooped her up, placed a gentle kiss to her right hand and said "Well, aren't you my little Rocky" The name has stuck ever since

Quick Fire Facts (Because brain no longer wants to paragraph?)

Discovered her love of racing around age 10 when her father was invited to spend a weekend at a NASCAR race in promotion for Keeping Up With The Kennedys. He let her have the hot lap they offered and that was that. No more ballet or modelling for her, she only wanted to race.

She had a natural talent for racing but having the money and connections from her parents really helped push her career forward.

2020 she was signed as a back-up driver for mercedes f1 team. At the beginning of 2023 she made headlines by breaking her contract to jump ship to ferrari to race as their main driver. Mercedes was convinced she'd stay with them for longer out of loyalty despite Ferrari offering a better deal. Clearly Mercedes forgot what her last name is.

Is the Kennedy gremlin child. Doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, works on her own cars. Loves stirring Johnny up with as many dirty rags as possible

Loves to party. Will take any excuse to go clubbing. Has been caught DUI twice but Kathy has seen to it that TMZ never got their hands on that.

Has an on and off again girlfriend. She's pretty sure she loves her but she can't commit to the same racing suit let alone a relationship

Never really had much of a problem with the cameras from KUWTKs following her around. She never knew any different and it works in her favour. She is more likely to be sponsered and get adversiting deals as she was already famous before racking.

Wanted Connections The besties 0/?:

I imagine this person(s) is very good at matching Rocky's chaotic style energy. Someone she can go to and party with but also someone she can cuddle with on the couch and watch TV with

On and off again girlfriend 0/1:

(—) ★ CATHERINE KENNEDY {wallis day} would like to see their ON AND OFF AGAIN GIRLFRIEND. they should be 24 TO 30 years old and some fc suggestions are SOPHIE SKELTON, JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY, ABIGAIL COWEN, UTP . Their relationship is amazing when it’s going well and a true dumpster fire when it’s not. Rhea travels the world a lot during F1 season and spends a lot of time at the track it’s UTP how this affects their relationship. Rhea has given up counting how many times they’ve split up but continues to come back to her every single time. Everything else is utp and plotting. .

Current and Past Flings 0/?: what it says on the tin really!

MORE TBA

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✧.* { CLAIRE HOLT & SHE/HER & CISFEMALE & 18/1000+ } Is that REBEKAH MIKAELSON? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty VINDICTIVE. How typical for a ORIGINAL VAMPIRE. I guess they must rely on their AFFECTIONATE side shining through.

Name: Rebekah Mikaelson Gender/Pronouns: Cis female & she/her Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 18/1000+ Birthdate: 10th century A.D Occupation: TBA

Height: 5'8 Build: Slim Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue

Parents: Mikael & Esther Mikaelson ✝ Siblings: Freya Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson Significant Others: N/A Others: Hope Mikaelson (niece), Nik Mikaelson (nephew), Marcel Gerard (adopted nephew)

Rebekah is canon until the end, except I'll be making a few minor adjustments of my own!

Rebekah took the death of her brothers pretty hard, and when she reached out for comfort, she was met with Marcel's coldness about them. That on top of the fact that they wanted different things in life, Rebekah left their shared penthouse one night. Leaving Marcel the ring, and no letter or trace of where she had gone.

She never stayed in one place for too long, going to all of her favorite places as she lived her life.

Rebekah never lost contact with Hope, and would often facetime her whenever she had the chance.

In a Rebekah Mikaelson fashion, she left a trail of broken hearts in her wake.

She met another vampire while she was in Greece, and they spent the rest of her time in Greece together. Rebekah enjoyed him, but she didn't want to get attached so when her vacation was over, Rebekah went to her next destination.

She didn't know whether she should be surprised, or hesitant that she saw him again in Australia. She made a few sly comments about him following her, kept him at an arm lengths away for a bit until the two of them let the night get away from each other.

This happened for a few more destinations, he kept suggesting that they should just vacation together at this point, make things a little more official between them because they kept coming together. But Rebekah still wasn't ready for anything like that. She laughed it off and continued on with her travelling.

Word came around when the dead started returning and instantly, Elijah, Klaus and Hayley were on her mind. She first went to New Orleans, wondering if they would be where they died. The city was plagued with Marcel's vampires which gave Rebekah the indication that he too, knew that the dead were back. She didn't see Marcel, or her brothers anywhere.

Her next stop was Mystic Falls - she had an inkling that at least Hayley and Klaus would make their way to the small town to see their daughter, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was right.

Rebekah's moved back to Mystic Falls, but she often comes and goes, not tethered to the town as the mortals are with the aging spell.

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole- Chapter 6

Fandom- Angels of Death, Satsuriku No Tenshi

Ships- Zack Foster x Original Female Character

Warnings- Swearing.

Summary- Robin Reyes is a fucked up girl, from a young age she was molested by doctors and sometimes her mother's boyfriend. With her mother's abuse getting worse and worse the girl snaps and kills them both. While on the run she gets approached by a group of people claiming they know a place where people like her could kill, legally. All she needed to do was follow the rules.

When Robin meets Rachel she realises that she wants to try her hand at a normal life despite how abnormal she is and when she meets Zack they gradually warm up to each other until she realises who she wants that normal life with.

Word Count- 1828

I'm out, fuck this. Big time." Robin shuddered looking around at the setting around her. The smell of sterile equipment wafted through the floor giving her a perfect image on what this floor was modelled after. A goddamn hospital.

"Robin, we need to get out of here." The elevator closed behind the two girls leaving them trapped on the floor. Robin huffed and stomped ahead of the small girl.

"Stupid elevators, Stupid hospitals. Stupid. Fucking. DOCTORS!" She kicked the white wall next to her with all of her might. Her mind going to a dark, dark place that she wished she couldn't remember.

Flashback

"Robin? Robin? Can you hear me? My name is doctor (REDACTED)." A man stood over the small Eight-year-old. Robin nodded as she looked around the white room with a frown. She noticed her mother was sitting in the chair next to her with a solemn-looking face. "You were in a car accident. We’re sorry, we did all we could."  

The doctor asks Robin a few questions before leaving the room. "Mo-mommy. Where's daddy?" The woman in question snaps her head in the direction of the girl. A deep scowl set on her face.

"He's dead. Thanks to you. He's fucking. Dead!" Robin's eyes watered heavily. Her mother got up and left the room. Leaving her alone. Robin grabbed the clipboard at the end of her bed to see what happened. 

"Name- Robin Reyes.

Age- 8

D.O.B- 20th September 2000

Issue- Due to the severity of the accident we have urged the doctors to keep the Patient here to monitor her behaviour, we have noticed no signs of distress but we want to keep her here to make sure."

"Robin?" Rachel asked the woman, tugging on her sleeve bringing her back into reality. Robin shook her head, freeing herself from her thoughts.

"I'm fine!" She grinned nonchalantly and walked ahead of the small girl. Robin entered the next room only to see that it was a normal looking reception. A desk on the far end of the wall before her and two sets of sofas either side of the door she exited from. The only difference being the gate covering the hall on the very right side of the building.

" Let's check this out," Robin suggested pointing over to the gate. Just as they near it the door opposite the gate opens. Out stepped a man, maybe 5'8 ish in a doctor's uniform. However, that is all Robin could make out.

The two girls quickly backed up with Robin holding her bat in front of her. "Wait! Rachel, it's me!" Ray made a sound of confusion looking at the man with a distant look in her eyes, unable to recognise him. He held his arms open. "Don't you recognise me? I'm the doctor who examined you."

The doctor stepped from the dark revealing his appearance to the two girls. Murky Brown hair hung down his pale skin and a pair of glasses sat on his nose slightly hiding his brown eyes, one of his eyes appeared to be prosthetic due to the artificial shine.

"The doctor who examined me?" Rachel asked. She looked undoubtedly confused by the doctor's statement. Rachel's dark blue orbs examined the doctor to find something recognisable but there was nothing. Rachel couldn't remember who he was.  

"Rachel, what's wrong? Look, it's me." The male smiled sweetly at the small girl paying no mind to the taller killer behind her. "Doctor Danny!" Rachel's expression shifted to a somewhat more knowing look once the man, now known as Danny, said his name.

He's trying way too hard Robin rolled her eyes at Danny. The only people who are on these floors are serial killers. Despite her knowing this Robin didn't bother attacking the man since she wanted to see how this would play out. Maybe this could be fun. 

"Could it be? Doctor Danny. My therapist." Danny's expression lit up once he saw the small light of recognition in her eyes. He looked around the hospital as if to play on the fact that he hadn't been there long himself. 

"You're a little confused huh? I don't blame you, this place is horrific." The doctor goes to walk towards Ray but he is stopped by Robin's baseball bat. He looked up, his line of sight following up the arm and to her eyes. He swore her eyes were almost as beautiful as Rachel's. Her stern, fiery expression sent the doctor into a frenzy of emotions and thoughts. Maybe he could live next to these peepers also? Only, in a more... Pleasurable way, a way that he couldn't with Rachel. After all, he was a serial killer, not a pedophile, he had standards. 

"Hey, get any closer to her and I may need to end your life, bud. So back the fuck up." Danny smirked at the woman using his fingers to prod the bat away from his face, she had moxie and he very much liked that in a woman, he'd have fun tearing that away from her.

He pushed his simmering thoughts to the side and smiled at the small girl before him. "But rest assured it is I, your therapist. Right?" His kind eyes looked down on Rachel's small form.

"Ah, that's right. Yes, doctor." Ray nodded her head even though her eyes still lacked much recognition of the man before her. Was she some kind of idiot? At least I won't get attached to a ditsy little child and feel guilty when I leave her for dead if something happens. Robin's eyes moved to the floor as her thoughts enveloped her.

"Good. Besides all that- You're safe." He stepped closer to Rachel kneeling down to her height to check for any injuries. Once he was satisfied he stood up once more taking a couple of steps away from her.

"Doctor, what on earth is this place? And- And what was that thing chasing us!?" Rachel began to panic as she looked towards the elevator scared it would open any minute. 

"I'm not entirely sure. But that thing chasing you is probably the psycho killer." The doctor muttered, placing his hand to his chin in thought. No shit sherlock, Robin thought as she swung her bat from one hand to the next.

"Huh. Wow, couldn't tell. Nice evaluation there. Doctor." The woman scoffed at the doctor as she flipped her hair back behind her head.. Either this doctor thought she was a dumbass or he was just a huge idiot. 

"The... Psycho killer? But there was more than one... Robin is one..." Ray pointed towards the aggravated woman who was flipping her bat. A confused look crossed her face.

"Oi! I'm not a psycho, don't lump me in with mummy boy down there."  Robin perked up at the sound of her name being called, pointing her bat towards Rachel in annoyance. So not only am I stuck babysitting a kid because I wanted to get out I'm also stuck with this huge dumbass. 

"This place is like a site for some sort of game. Being hunted by a psycho killer." Danny eyed Robin up and down whilst licking his lips. "and as good as dead if caught. Apparently, they chase their victims." 

"Stop lumping me in with the other god damn psycho's! I have class unlike some of these assholes, my deaths are clean and excruciating." Robin sulked looking at the two in feigned offence. 

"Doctor, I'm absolutely petrified." Rachel finally speaks up after a moment of silence, her voice broke slightly as she went pathetically quiet. Robin frowned at Ray's pathetic fear, sure it's okay to be scared but Robin was brought up thinking that fear was a weak emotion that was eventually beaten from her.

"Rachel it is perfectly natural to be scared. Especially with such a heartless monster following you around." Robin's eyes narrowed as she growled at Danny who was just smirking in her direction. Strike One. She thought, Three strikes and he fucking dies.

"Oh eat a dick, Danny." Robin threw her head back in annoyance followed by a loud groan. If she was going to have to deal with his snarky ass he would need to deal with her dramatics. 

"At any rate, Let's find a way out of here. If possible, I'd like to get out of this whole ordeal alive with you." Danny placed his hand on Rachel's shoulder offering her a kind smile hoping to calm her down.

"Yes, Doctor." Was all she responded with. The number of times she's said that now reminded Robin of the old robot movies she used to watch with her mother before she damaged her brain and killed her remaining family. 

The trio walked over to the gate with Robin lagging in the back to keep an eye on Danny. He yanked on the gate only for it to be locked, spinning on his feet he turned to the two girls with a light blush and furrowed brow.

"Ah, It's locked. I'm pretty sure there was a key in the examination room." Robin raised an eyebrow at his comment taking a step back towards the room he was just in. This man was sketchy and Robin had already come to realise this, she also knew that he was the B5 serial killer but she didn't care enough she'd get out either way, with or without Rachel.

"Then why didn't you pick it up, Jackass." Robin pushed Rachel towards the examination room letting her enter first, then Danny. She stayed by the door keeping it open with her foot so Danny couldn't lock them in. 

The room itself was dark. There was a small bed placed in the corner of the room with a desk and a computer in the same place against the opposite wall. With the little lighting available Robin noticed something gleam on the chair in front of the computer. 

"Hey, Kid. What's that shiny thing on the computer chair?" Rachel went over to where Robin mentioned and picked up what was there.

--Acquired A Key--

"Nice job Rachel, I'm pretty sure I was just sitting there." Robin frowned since it was technically her who found it but in all honesty, she would've rather not had his attention on her for too long. She kept the door open for the two of them and they stepped out of the room, Rachel giving Robin the gate key in the process. 

"You didn't try to escape?" Rachel asked Danny looking up at him with a naive look adorning her face for a moment. Danny seemed momentarily taken aback by Rachel's question due to his jittery response.

"Well, I was worried about you. Besides you've got a good head on your shoulders and your own little monster. So I knew you'd make it this far." Strike Two. Go on, say one more thing, look at me one more fucking time and you'll see what happens.

[yesfxckyxu]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

the main voice.

Name: Coel Sanchez

Nicknames: Coal ( coming from Emmet )

Age: 58

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Height: 5'11’’

Backstory: A war veteran. He never speaks of what battles he was in, as he feels it’s in the past and it’s not worth boasting about. Despite his private demeanor when it comes to that, he is actually very open and straightforward. Always willing to lend a hand and doesn’t mind giving the last of what he has to someone else. Coel was raised in a strict household, which has still rubbed off on him through his many years. When it means business, he doesn’t hesitate. 

Likes: the ‘family’ he has built, comic books about superheroes, and rock music

Dislikes: loud fireworks, sleeping on wooden floors, and slang he doesn’t understand 

Extra: Coel was the first to accept Maxx into the group, him actually seeing how Brody and Blake brought him along and asking what to do with the boy since they felt for him. Coel suggested that Maxx stick with them. Emmet at the time didn’t like the idea, but went along with it. Coel doesn’t regret the decision ever since. Finding the boy a ray of hope, with his sunshine aura. 

the twins.

Name: Brody Cohen 

Nicknames: Brosky 

Age: 36

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Height: 5'8’’

Backstory: Brody and Blake have been together ever since they were born. Blake is the oldest of the two. Brody is the more childish of the two, not because he is the youngest—but more because he never wants to lose his fun side because of the situation they are in. Both he and his brother were kicked out by the age of eighteen, their family wanting them to get their life. Despite that effort—the both of them never got the hang of it. Always sticking side by side, getting into trouble… they somehow landed in Coel’s group. Feeling a place of belonging, they decided to stay.  

Likes: adult cartoons, Coel’s taste in rock music, and pastries 

Dislikes: loud drunkards, unnecessary fighting, and not being able to bathe in a certain amount of time 

Extra: Due to the stress of the sudden change of being in the outside world with his twin brother, both brothers suffer major separation anxiety. Being separated for a certain amount of time makes them both panic. Brody is the worst in this case, at least, externally. 

Name: Blake Cohen 

Nicknames: none (yet)

Age: 36

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Height: 5'11"

Backstory: Brody and Blake have been together ever since they were born. Blake is the oldest of the two. Blake is the more stoic of the two, not because he is the oldest—but more because he wants to be a good role model for his younger brother. Wanting to make sure that Brody has someone to lean on, not just as a family, but as a friend too. Both he and his brother were kicked out by the age of eighteen, their family wanting them to get their life. Despite that effort—the both of them never got the hang of it. Always sticking side by side, getting into trouble… they somehow landed in Coel’s group. Feeling a place of belonging, they decided to stay.  

Likes: cooking, and when he can, he likes watching videos on his phone, and likes reading the comic strips in newspapers. 

Dislikes: doing dishes, sleeping in the cold, and gum

Extra: Due to the stress of the sudden change of being in the outside world with his twin brother, both brothers suffer major separation anxiety. Being separated for a certain amount of time makes them both panic. Blake is the one who stresses the most internally before breaking. Internal panic is the worst for him because if it gets worse, he starts to hyperventilate. 

the bastard.

Name: Emmet Duff

Nicknames: Buff Duff, Em, Emule ( that last one coming from Coel which annoys Emmet a lot ) 

Age: 45

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Height: 5'10’’

Backstory: A war veteran. Just the same as Coel, Emmet doesn’t spill the beans when it comes to that past life. But unlike Coel, Emmet is very bitter about it. He regrets serving for the country because he feels wronged due to having to live on the streets. He feels as if he was used. Joining Coel’s group was a rough patch, since Emmet treated them all like hell. Felt as if they would do the same to him, so he’d rather pull the trigger first. Due to his surprise when Maxx came into the picture, the boy helped. Maxx said things Emmet never thought would come out of a young boy’s mouth. Emmet has become a changed man thanks to Maxx. 

Likes: alcohol, candy, and obscure facts 

Dislikes: getting old

Extra: Emmet has a leg injury that has not healed correctly, making him use a cane. Emmet has never said what happened to his leg, nor does he care to. He hasn’t even shared it with Maxx. This man is very private, more so than Coel. What he does like to share, though, is his likes and interests. Not much about himself.  

the 'mom'.

Name: Evie Quinn

Nicknames: Eve, Mom, Love ( the latter coming from Emmet, more as an endearing nickname due to their past conflicts ) 

Age: 45

Gender/Pronouns: female, she/her

Height: 5'3"

Backstory: Evie used to be skinny, and she misses those days on certain occasions. She used to tell stories about her past, how she had a loving family and how she was going to go to college and make her life worthwhile. All before a man swept her off her feet. Her family warned her, threatened to cut ties with her if she married him. Despite their protests and threats, she moved and married the man. That is where she realized her grave mistake. She soon realized that man only wanted her for her looks, only wanted her to have a beautiful wife and kids. When she couldn’t fulfill that dream, had too many miscarriages—the abuse getting worse—she ran away with no destination. She was unable to go home… so she had to take risks that further hurt her in the end. Running into Coel, seeing the growing group—she agreed to stay. At first, it was a weak promise to stay. But the more she grew attached, she fully intended it. Especially when Maxx showed up. 

Likes: soft blankets, plushies, and shows filled with nostalgia 

Dislikes: yelling

Extra: Evie has started to become ill, unsure of how to get better she fears she has to go to the hospital. She can’t afford those bills, and she fears it’s life-threatening. The stress only makes the symptoms worse… She can only pray that she gets better soon. 

[greatunironic]

Following up from that question about the band and your answer- I need to know Wanjeri and the boys’ reactions to Eddie emerging from his disappearance into the plains of rural Indiana with a whole new album and a whole ass new boyfriend after the years and years of pining!!

in short: wanjeri is FUMING and alejandro is LIVING. fabian is just glad the writer's block is over, ed was getting insufferable, he'd fled to canada after all.

in a little more depth: wanjeri is of course thrilled that ed has gotten the guy after all these years, and that he's created this absolute fucking masterpiece of a new album, she cannot wait to get into the studio with him and lay down the bass parts. but also she does have this blood feud and she doesn't care how great a lay this guy is -- phenomenal, apparently, earth-shattering even, she's the third person to hear "a place to keep warm" and frankly it's gonna leave a scar (alejandro is fourth; they high-five, fabian, fifth, just rolls their eyes) -- she's still gonna fight him. and wanjeri is built, okay, she is 5'8" of pure musician muscle with the additional endurance training of raising three sons under ten, she's gonna toss this white boy like a bag of potato chips.

and she is ready to throw down when steve comes to seattle over winter break '02. she's heard about eddie's shovel talk from hopper and she's got her own speech prepared, and she takes one look at this soft-sweatered, floopy-haired jock who lights up whenever eddie enters a room (even if he's just gone to get a drink of water) and talks about his students (and eddie) like they've hung the fucking moon, who is constantly bringing eddie something to eat down in the recording booth, who asked her very seriously if she or alejandro or the boys had any dietary restrictions and also, he hoped it wasn't too presumptuous, but he loves buying presents and he picked some stuff up for the kids --

he's like a puppy, or a kitten, and sure she corners him one afternoon to tell him that if eddie ever has cause to write a break-up album, she will hunt steve to the ends of the earth and make him regret the air he breathes --

"i'd rather fight another serial killer, or another de--er, bear," says steve, "than ever hurt eddie in any way. and that bear was mean."

"it's true," eddie calls from the other room. "we got in a fight about laundry the other day and even though steve was right, he made me cupcakes after and cried a little, because he doesn't like it when we fight."

"i didn't cry," he says, defensively, with a blush that suggests, yeah, he probably cried.

"i wanna circle back to the bear thing," says alejandro and wanjeri sighs and says, "actually, so do i."

[obitv]

i apologize if u have already posted this and i missed it / forgot but do u have descriptions for the upp? like their appearances n whatnot … iwould like to view them

I HAVENT BUT I DO KNOW!!! i made mary in a picrew but i can never find ones that have exactly what i want so i give up but . here ^_^

mary - long straight very light brown hair, green eyes, around 5'5-5'6. she wears lots of outdoorsy clothes and practical things so thick jackets, hking boots, anything with a lot of pockets, etc. wears her hair tied back most of the time and usually has some sort of hairband or scarf keeping it out of her eyes. she does like cardigans too though and she has a collection of skirts and resses she wears but they arent very good for ghosthunting. she doesnt wear makeup but she is good at it!! lots of earthy tones, nothing bright. she totally has a buzzcut at some point but i have no idea where in the timeline that goes considering the rest of the time its past her shoulders

cory - very short curly dark brown hair (hes naturally blond but hes got the aesthetic going on), more greyish-blue eyes, 5'8 or so but he slouches a lot. tends to wear darker clothes but he does own a lot of very bright shirts and such for contrast. he tries not to stand out as much as he can in school because without the upp and other deadwood kids he would be tormented by other students. i imagine bc of his strong Sight and a few quirks of how that works he wears sunglasses or something similar to those tinted lenses for colourblindness to hide how his eyes glaze over a lot if hes not focusing hard enough. got that kinda punk/skater look but a lot less cool and more trying to copy what other people wear that isnt high maintenance

dara - i have the most clear visual for him because hes based entirely off a guy in my year so while i unfortuantely cannot show pictures i can describe him. IRISH. VERY short almost military cut ginger hair some freckles but not as pale as he could bc bc hes a sports guy he gets out a lot more than anyone else. wears jerseys and halfzips and shorts in whatever their school colours would be sorry i dont know what american sports clothes are. other than that yeah he just dresses like a normal guy. around 6'1. probably more on the sweatpants and tshirt and jacket type of guy rather than jeans and hoodie though

abby - sterotypical american cheerleadergirl. 5'1, super long blonde hair that she has up in some sort of bun or braid most of the time, light brown eyes? very minimal makeup but she has that always perfect look to her. shes also a ballet dancer though so shes a lot stronger than anyone would expect from her (probably teaches some small things to mary in theiir spare time. i want them to bond). while in school shes always got that meangirls perfection colour-coordinated outfits vibe as Soon as she gets back to deadwood shes just Some Girl. doesnt want to get in trouble with her parents or her school friends for destroying her Approved Clothes she probably borrows a lot of mary and corys clothes for going out and has a special collection of practical clothes for those adventures. its not that she dislikes the way she dresses in school its just that deadwood is such a boring town that she'd look out of place like that. if the upp were just chilling together she'd wear her own clothes though

william - same as canon, probably? pretty much his getup from season1. i dont get to ave as much fun with him i think his hair is a lot longer back in deadwood though (it gets to that length again after the timeskip once he relaised he can make his hair grow as fast as he wants bc wisp powers or some shit, but when he'd started in the prime defenders it was suggested he cut his hair or tie it back in fights since longer hair can be dangerous), probably almost to his shoulders. lot of dark colours but unlike cory who does black and one bit of colour he just goes for any dark tones mixed together

michael also maybe exists but i feel like michael is more of an experience than a person so like. he can be whatever. whether or not he exists is debatable

[newmysterygirl]

"Can Never Say No To The Princess."

Reader x Sadeyes, Oscar and Rio

Summary: You go on a date without the guys knowing but once they get word of it they decide to drop by.

Warning: Some Cussing, angst.

A/N: I didn't know what I was going to do with these three but then I saw one of the chapters for livingwiththem and my brain thought this up. Hope you like it :)

Shout out to @b3mybunnybaby for the idea of doing a quick one of these three Kings.

Not my Gifs but idk who they belong to because they were in my camera roll so just let me know if it's yours and I'll give credit.

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The guys left around noon to go handle some business. Once you found out they would be gone for the whole day you were actually happy this time because you were finally going on a date with this guy you've been talking to, Luis and the guys don't know about him and you didn't want them to. At least not yet, you want to see how the date goes and then if you see a future you'll prepare him.

You go to the mall and buy a red lace top, a pair of black jeans that made your ass look great and a pair of black heels but not to much heel because you didn't want to be taller than him.

Around six Luis text you that he's coming to get you and he has a few places he wants to take you. He picks you up and drive you to the boardwalk, you guys do nothing but laugh. You guys get some sweets and eat as you walk on the beach, as the sun sets.

Once it's dark it starts getting cold so you guys go back to his car and sit there and talk because neither of you wanted the night to end. Your stomach growled about an hour an a half after being in the car so you guys decide to head back and grab something to eat but when he takes you to a taco place by your place everything goes south.

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When you were driving away Rio was pulling up but he didn't think about the car that was driving away from him as he turned onto the street. Rio and two other Santos get out and head inside.

Once Rio gets to the door he unlocks it and they walk in; he calls out for you but nothing. He goes looking for you but can't find you so he calls you.

"She's not answering." Rio says pulling the phone away from his ear, confused because you had a special ring tone for him, Spooky and Sadeyes so you wouldn't miss their calls.

"Maybe we should call Spooky." One of the Santos suggest but Rio's quick to cut that idea.

"No. I got it." He says, sending you a few text messages.

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About an hour of you not answering Sadeyes shows up at the house since no Santos were at Spookys. Once Sadeyes walks in he nods at the Santos and sees how tense Rio is so he asks

"What's up."

"Y/Ns not here and she's not answering her phone." Rio says.

Sadeyes frowns his eyebrows, confused and pulls his phone out to see if you'd answer him. Once you didn't and Rio showed him how many times he called and texted you Sadeyes says "We need to tell Spooky."

Rio growls, irritated and sucks he teeth but doesn't argue.

Sadeyes told the Santos at the house to spread the word that they need to keep an eye out for you and call if they find you. Around 10 Spooky shows up at Rio's.

"You guys ok? They said you needed me here. Y/N ok?" Spooky ask once he walks in.

"We can't find her." Rio says after Sadeyes and him exchanged a look.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" Spooky ask, confused and worried. "She was here when you left. No?"

"No she was but when I got back-"

"What time? What time did you get back?" Spooky ask interrupting Rio.

"Around six thirty." Rio says.

Spooky turns around, trying to calm down and think of where you could of gone.

"We call and texted, nothing. So I sent Rocko and Jr to tell the others to keep an eye out." Sadeyes says

Spooky nods and pulls his phone out.

It can't hurt to give you a call and see if you'll answer, he thinks.

Voicemail. At least it's on, he thinks.

As he's pulling the phone away from his ear Cesar walks in and the Santos look at him.

"What are you doing here?" Spooky ask

"Joker said your looking for Y/N. Me and Monse saw her at that taco shop down the street."

The Santos look at each other and head out the door, to the famous red Impala and to you.

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Your sitting there in one of the four booths in the taco shop, laughing and talking to Luis that you didn't notice the famous red Impala pull up and you didn't notice the guys walk in right away.

But once you see them your face drops. Luis looks behind him to see what your looking at and his eyes go wide with fear for a few seconds.

Makes sense since Luis is almost 5'8 and Sadeyes is 6'3, even when he's was sitting down he's still tall. Spooky is 6'1 and has a scary ass face when he wants to and Rio is 6'1 , they all had the Santo tattoo and some others. They were definitely intimidating if you didn't know them how you knew them.

Spooky silently tells you to move over and you do after rolling your eyes. Sadeyes stands next to Spooky, staring at Luis.

Rio stands at the end of the table staring at Luis and honestly he was more intimidating now because he had some cuts on his face, that you would clean later.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" Rio ask you looking at you.

"Must of died." You seethe

Rio licks his lips and looks at Luis.

Spooky calmly says "Your the reason we were worried. The reason the whole block was looking for her."

You look at Spooky like he's unbelievable but you know you're lucky there weren't posters of you up on phone polls.

"You need to leave." Rio says happily but also deadly.

Luis looks at you and you give him a small lip tight smile and he gets out of the booth and is followed out by Sadeyes and Rio.

Once Luis leaves the parking lot you turn to Spooky and saying "Move."

He stare at you for to long so you stand up and step over the table then over the booth and storm out the taco shop, him hot on your tail.

"I ain't done!" Spooky says

You ignore him and March to the Impala. You know they won't let you walk, they would pick you up and put you in the car if they had to so you pull up the seat and climb in the back, pulling the front seat down you sit right behind the passenger seat, up against the window and wait for them to get in.

Sadeyes gets in, sitting up front, Rio gets in the back but thankfully doesn't move towards you, just looks at you, Spooky gets in after putting the seat down and starts driving.

It's quite till Rio looks at you and breaks it by asking

"You serious?"

You turn your head and look him up and down, pissed then say

"Yes. You guys never let me do anything that a normal girl does."

"Your not a normal girl Y/N." Oscar says

"Your special, and not just to us. Everyone sees it. That's why girls hate you and why we keep guys away." Sadeyes states

You scoff at that comment before saying "But it's not fair! I want a man to love me, and have a family one day and I can't get that if I don't go on dates."

It's quite for the rest of the drive. The guys thinking about what you said till Spooky pulls up to the house you and Rio share. Since your in the back you can't get out till Sadeyes moves so you sit there, waiting for someone to say something.

"You know we love you. Right?" Spooky says breaking the silence.

"Yeah." You quietly say, looking down at your hands.

Spooky turns in his seat and looks at you. So does Sadeyes.

"You don't see what we see Y/N/N." Sadeyes says

"The guys that be looking at you and trying to get you ain't shit and we know that. That's why we scare them off." Sadeyes says.

"You don't know Luis though." You quietly say

The boys look at each other then Spooky says "Your right."

You look up at him and he continues "We don't know him- but we.... just-"

"We want you Happy. We do but you gotta understand that you don't see or hear what we see and hear. These foos around here really ain't shit." Rio says

"We're just looking out for ya." Sadeyes says

You look at them and think for a moment then say "Will you guys at least try to talk to Luis before you blow him off?"

"I ain't blowin that foo." Spooky says.

"I ain't blowin him." Sadeyes says.

"The fuck." Rio says.

Was their responses which made you smile.

"We'll think about it." Spooky says which means yes because they can never say no to the Princess.

A/N: I wrote this last night. It took me like an hour, I think but I'm actually surprised at how much I like this. I hope you enjoyed :)

[emily-thefanficwritter]

Harry potter x reader

Warning:none but there will be some kissing lines. So 13+

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"Y/n's so lovely..y/n..my girl,I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER! Bullshit harry...bullshit." Ginny spitted at Harry's face after reading his diary.

"I thought you loved me...NOT SOME OTHER UGLY GIRL!"

"I'm sorry ok! I lost feelings for you and developed new ones. I did not start this,you did!" Ginny was stunted

"W-what" she asked

"Yeah,don't act like you didn't just have sex with dean yesterday! Your the confusion here,i-its all you...that's it. It ends here."harry slamed the door of the classroom and stomped out with tears drizzling down his cheek.

"Ouh,sorry. I didn't watch where I was going." Y/n said looking up to the person that she bumped into.

She was devastated to find the person that she had a crush on ever since year 2 crying his soul out.

"Hey,hey! What's wrong? Don't cry!" Y/n tried to speak to him but in return,harry put his head on her shoulder making her robe drenched.

It was 15 past 6 pm. Everyone was at thier dorm probably doing homework or taking a rest while harry and y/n was lonely at the middle of the hallways.

"G-ginny,i-i don't know anymore! I don't know...I HATE THIS SO MUCH I CAN'T-" y/n cuts him

"Shh,it's fine..." She rubbed his back up and down calming him down.

[At gryffindors comman room]

"Hey y/n.."harry called out

Y/n hummed in response.

"I'm sorry for today. It was just hard to cope with it knowing that she cheated and i had to end it." He felt so embaressed yet loved

"It's fine harry,people gets sad everytime deny it from a breakup or other stuffs. Here have some hot tea,it will help rather then you sitting infront of the fire." Y/n said giggling while walking over to brunette and passing the tea to him.

Scilence filled the room. It was currently 9 past 10 pm and every one was asleep,that's what they thought. It was thier 6th year at hogwarts and they are having thier OWLS in 3 more weeks.

Y/n coughed to break the scilence.

"U-uhm,i should go to bed now and maybe you sould to haha uhm...yeah."y/n placed a soft kiss that she will normally do to harry at the top of his head before they went to sleep.

Y/n stood up but was stopped.

"Y/n wait!" Harry whispered agressively.

Harry stood up and looked down at the 5'2 female. Despite him being 5'8(i'm following the height of book harry before yalls comment anything😌✨) , he bent down and placed his lips to her soft ones. Butterflies filled y/ns stomach. This is what she wants this is what she was waiting for forever. She then let it slipped and kissed him back.

[Y/ns pov]

"I didn't thought mr potter would move on that fast huh?"

I broke the kiss and look up the stairs. My best friend,hermoine granger was standing up there with a cheerful smile on her face.

"N-no i-it's not y/n fault,i was the one who kissd her and-"

"Shut it potter. I knew you and ginny won't last,i'm happier with this one anywase. Don't know about ron tho..." Said the bookworm.

"Y-yeah,i really think i should head up now..."

Halfway climbing my way up to hermoine,i went back down to place another soft kiss on potters lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow...i love you i-i mean haha yeah ah-"

"I love you to harry,i love you to." I said and walked with hermoine back to our dormitry.

The one who waits the longest,is the one who will be by your side forever.

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[glowinggator]

Hi...ummm for the matchups, please. I'm a straight female. 5'8" (is that considered tall for a girl?) I'm really shy but people always seem to think that I'm cold and detached but I'm really nice, I swear! My favorite season is winter and I love people watching, and sitting in parks in the winter to watch the snow.

I also have selective mutism that flares up when I'm anxious (which is often). Umm...that's all I can think of. Hope this is okay! I really love your matchups! 💘 💘

I match you with...

Leonardo!! 

He’s not deterred by your shyness at all, actually. He’s a great judge of character, and unlike others, he doesn’t think you come off as cold. You’re just shy, is all! He falls in love with your kindness once you start opening up more.

He has a love-hate relationship with Winter. On one hand, he gets cold super easily. But on the other hand, it’s so fun! He’ll absolutely bundle himself up with coats and handwarmers so he can go out with you. It’s peaceful, honestly. He’s always the first to suggest getting a coffee (or tea/hot cocoa), before finding a place to sit down. He loves people watching as well! The lives of other people are so complex and varied, and it’s nice to see people just... existing. It’s humbling, to know that each and every person passing by is their own galaxy of experience and emotion. He also likes to try and guess what everyone’s thinking about or doing, and his guesses gradually get sillier and sillier. It always makes you laugh!

He’s great at noticing when you’re starting to get anxious, and he’s just as good at removing you (or if possible, the stressor) from the situation before it gets bad enough to trigger a flare-up. Hell, sometimes he realizes you’re anxious before you do! He’s very observant. Although, sometimes it just happens, and that’s okay! He won’t ever push you to try and talk: he knows you can’t control it, and that’s okay. He can read ASL well, and if you know it, he’s more than okay with communicating that way. If not, that’s also okay! Going nonverbal is nothing to be ashamed about. 

Loves forehead kisses! He’s still taller than you, and you bet he’s gonna abuse the fuck out of that. 

If you ever pull him in by the shirt collar, he’s gonna melt into a pile of pure LOVE. 

Loves tracing random designs on your skin while cuddling. You can never tell what they are, or if they’re anything at all, but it feels really nice. 

Returning to an earlier point, he gets cold really easily! So expect CONSTANT cuddles in the winter. You’re gonna have to peel him off of you in the morning.  “Five more minutessss” “Babe, I gotta get up.” “But it’s so cold!” 

He loves giving you random gifts. There’s never any pressure to give one back either! He just saw it and thought of you! He also sends you photos of things that reminded him of you. 

Loves candle isles. He could stand in the candle isle for YEARS if you let him. 

Loves to dance in the rain with you! He always gets so excited for rain season for that exact reason. 

[naruto-oc-critiques]

Pretense: Because she’s a work in progress, this will be somewhat incomplete- I want to make sure I’m on the right track before going any further.

Name: Nao

Clan: Unknown

Gender: F

Age: 24

Time Set In: Original manga canon, would be briefly introduced in the chunin exam arc

Birthplace: Konoha

Lives In: Konoha

Appearance: Light blue hair, braided down her back. Mid-bicep length when loose. Dark green eyes, easily mistaken as black. 5'8", built rather lithe. Most often seen wearing the standard Konoha shinobi uniform with the addition of custom joint braces on her elbows, wrists, and knees (made of the same metal Asuma’s blades are, she utilizes them as weapons during battle). Distinctive scar trailing from beneath her jaw to her left ear.

That name sounds good, and don’t worry about needing a clan. A lot of characters don’t have them. Think about how she as an adult would be introduced in the chunin exams, especially if she’s already a chunin or higher. I would advise against making joint braces made out of metal, as they probably wouldn’t have the flexibility that one needs when being active.

Family: Unknown, killed early in the 3rd Shinobi War.

Occupation: Shinobi

Rank: Jonin

Team: Nao refuses to take a genin team- she feels very awkward around children and doesn’t believe that her health would make her a good or reliable teacher regardless. As a genin herself, her teamates were a Hyuga from the branch family (Isao, currently Cypher Corps) and Shiro, who died after the chunin exam from his injuries.

Relationships: Nao remains on very good terms with Isao, though because of their jobs they don’t get to meet up as often as they’d like. She was also friends with Hayate Gekko before he was killed. She doesn’t get out much, so forming friendships is hard.

Personality: Patient and polite, but she has her limits and a temper when those limits are pushed. Nao is easily frustrated when it comes to her health and becomes irritable when the subject is brought up. She is capable of working well with nearly any team she’s assigned to, though she prefers to work alone if given the choice. Nao is often considered superficial by those she works with for only a brief amount of time, as she is not one to talk about herself or gossip- she’ll make polite small talk if necessary, but not much more unless it relates to the mission. Those closer to her are aware that Nao has difficulty expressing her emotions, but she’s a very good listener and can tell a good story when there’s alcohol involved. 

If she is a Jounin but does not have a Genin team, I recommend making her a specialized jounin ( someone who has jounin level skills but is not balanced in their abilities like a jounin would be ) for the most part she would still be treated like a jounin, but not required to have a genin team under her wing.  Is she not friends with her fellow jounin? she might want to get more friends, especially considering all missions are performed by three man cells or more. She seems like she has an interesting personality, although I’m not sure if superficial would be the right word. Cold or vapid maybe? especially if she barely talks to them and only makes small talk.

History: Nao lost her parents as a very young child during the 3rd Shinobi War, and was instead raised in Root, though she was dropped from the program at age 9 when her genetic disorder became apparent (hypermobile ehlers danlos, causes unstable joints, chronic pain and chronic fatigue, among other things). Despite being told to give up on becoming a Shinobi, Nao chose to enroll in the academy to work her way up the hard way. She graduated a year later, as her upbringing in Root already taught her the skills necessary to become a Shinobi, aside from teamwork. Though not considered a “genius”, Nao’s fast tracked graduation to a genin team initially caused friction with her teammates.

Nao’s team took the chunin exams a year after their team was formed, passing both the first and second exams. Nao placed second overall in the tournament, Isao fourth, and Shiro would have placed seventh had his injuries from his fight not been so severe that he died a day later, despite all attempts to save him. After the shock of losing their teammate, Nao and Isao realized they needed to make more of an effort to get along and ended up forming a strong friendship. They were both promoted to chunin for their performance during the exams.

Nao became a jonin a year and a half later, despite her health beginning to get worse. After a few particularly nasty dislocations on missions, she had custom joint braces made that would give her a bit of an edge- quite literally, when she funnels chakra into them. Often after missions her body forced her onto bedrest for a few days, and then she got around on crutches for a day or two after that- at this point, there’s no reason for her to go to the hospital. It’s simply routine.

This is a very comprehensive backstory! I do see a few things that I would change though. Firstly, I don’t think Root would just let her go? Danzo was proven to be ruthless, brainwashing the members of Root and having them kill those they viewed as ‘brother’ to remove sentimentality from them all together. It is much more likely that he would have her killed if he felt she could not “serve her purpose to him”.  Secondly, I have concerns about her genetic disorder. I have no issues when it comes to disabilities in Naruto characters and OCs. However, if she is prone to dislocating her joints and being in chronic pain and fatigue, I feel it is unlikely she would’ve been either promoted or even accepted as a shinobi as it is quite a mobile job that she might not be able to do.

Stats:

Ninjutsu- 4.5

Taijutsu- 5

Genjutsu- 2

Intelligence- 4

Strength- 4

Speed- 4

Stamina- 3

Hand Seals- 3.5

TOTAL: 30

I feel like her stats are a touch high in some places and low in others. I would suggest lowering her taijutsu (just due to the fact of her Hypermobile ehlers danlos and maybe she shouldn’t be hand to hand combat reliant?) and I would recommend upping her genjutsu. I also recommend this link if you are having issues or uncertainties with stats. 

All in all though, she sounds like a lovely character and I think she has great potential! - Mod Kaida